Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me.'


these are the most
abused word: the poor
and oppressed
the masses, the crowd
and mob,
the people, always in the name
of the people
for, by,
in,

how many crimes shall
be committed still
for, by,
in,

how many justifications are
built like bricks upon
a wall

a wall that walls us all out
from their
exclusivity in
stolen luxuries

that man
robs us all in the name of the people
that man who washes his
hands
upon a basin of water


there is this man who was murdered
suffered an injustice
as it is written
all in the name of the people

the people that kills him
the same people that he saves

Submitted: Sunday, April 17, 2011
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