A World View From The Wounded And The Oppressed Poem by RIC BASTASA

A World View From The Wounded And The Oppressed



i have a stone
in my hand
i do not have to polish it
since i have to throw it against the world

The world is a big face
The stone is thrown straight to its pair of eyes
That is why it is blind

it is deaf
and i do not have to throw another stone
to perfect
its indifference

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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