Some Things Do Hurt Poem by RIC BASTASA

some things shall hurt
they are designed for that purpose
by some people
these architects of pain
but we shall not be swayed
into the ways of the curse
and degradation

let them draw the plan
and let them construct what they
want to

they will make doors that lock
when we get in
and we shall have to look for ways
ourselves to get out
from their schemes

they will make windows that will only close
and not open and we shall look for
holes where we can take in air
and breathe

we shall be their pawns
and the experimental guinea pigs of their
pains and distress

they may laugh for a while
and drink to our fate
they may proclaim that they are winning
to their pre-conceived notions
of what they believe as our own
stupidity and gullibility

we shall wait for the time
and that is what we are also designed to do
we shall wait when they all fall asleep
drunk to their evil ways
for soon this darkness will turn the table
and side with us

and we shall have the time to open the windows
and summon the moon to hear our pleas
to unlock the doors and summon the sun
to brighten our twilights of woes

we escape and we shall see that house of pain burned
to ashes
now it is our time
the last laugh, our freedom, our revenge.