The Final Act

Title: The Final Act

In a courtroom adorned with the weight of deceit,
Donald Trump’s civil fraud case takes its seat.
Witnesses on the stand, their stories unfold,
As a judge observes, emotions manifold.

Trial’s end draws near, a long and bumpy ride,
Three decades of allegations, hard to hide.
The final phase commences, justice in the air,
A momentous verdict, the truth laid bare.

Countless tales of falsehoods, weaving their tapestry,
Now entrusted to a judge thirsty for clarity.
In a strange way, an odd fondness persists,
For the spectacle of truth amidst all the twists.

The trial’s conclusion approaches, emotions run high,
All eyes fixed on justice, as secrets bid goodbye.
An end to the drama, a chapter ends today,
Yet memories linger, and echoes still sway.

The courtroom empties, its whispers aged and still,
As the trial concludes, the world stands still.
A poignant farewell, a judge mouthing a goodbye,
With a silent yearning, for truth to never die.

Keywords: civil fraud case, witnesses, final phase, judge, trial, truth