RIC S. BASTASA


Mother Earth And Sons - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

the child insistent
shakes the tree and so
the fruits fall on the ground
some not ripe though
and he does not
eat it
what a waste
but mother never says
a word

the child grows
spoiled as mother is
tolerant

the man remains a
child and mothers get old
he shakes the world
mother earth now
as silent as mothers are

the earth shakes
and all the children are buried
under the cracks
the fire within
like hell burns

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009



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