Gone And Gore.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Gone And Gore....



we did not really
make much
as masters of this
land

there are too many
of us
we are the ants and
there are
termites

we simply pass the
time
we cannot stay that
long

we are moving like
camels in the desert
we do not own the sun
we tread on deserts

we do not really make
much as
owners of this land
we killed the tigers and
tamed the elephants

we have our tusks and
bellies
we are the masters of
yore
gone and gore.

Sunday, January 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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