One Poem by Noam Kaufman

The Art of Truth in Perfect Villanelle

1. Sitting in a corner
with a trusted friend,
like Brutus and Julius Caesar.

2. Something to say
a stare that screams serious,
eyes hard and clear as crystal balls.

3. A solemn mist settles
a storm is coming,
I feel, for mine eyes
dare not deceive

4. Dressed in the mask of truth
and with the tone of a man on trial for treason,
I am told what is and what is not.

(Disclaimer)
Trust these words, for they do not lie,
Spread them far and wide,
for all should learn the art of truth.
Friends, Romans, countrymen
like Brutus and Julius Caesar.

{Poem by Noam Kaufman}