When We Must Make Ends MeetA Poem by Nicolas JaoOn the day of the trial I was vehemently called as a dutiful witness to speak what I had saw. I recalled a gruesome murder blood and a knife and a street and I saw the murderer’s face as clear as a cube of glass. “Ah, Mr. Fibber,” said the judge, “Please tell us what you saw.” The air felt tense and the patient crowd in front of me was all that brought this moment. I looked at the victim’s family’s crying faces, then at the defendant in cuffs, then at the prosecutor nodding to me, then at the defense attorney hiding a smirk. “Well,” said the judge, “Please do go on, Mr. Fibber.” “I didn’t see anything,” I said, as I felt the money the defense attorney gave me last night deep within my pocket. ### © 2022 Nicolas Jao |
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Added on October 1, 2022 Last Updated on October 1, 2022 AuthorNicolas JaoAurora, Ontario, CanadaAboutBeen writing fiction since I was six. Short stories and miscellaneous at the front, poems in the middle, novels at the end. Everything is unedited and may contain mistakes, and some things may be unfi.. more..Writing
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