A Form Of Injustice - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

a tall child
is angry
picks a pebble
on his sling
and hits the
eye of the
the short
child on the

the eyeball explodes
blood flows
the short child

the tall child
runs away
laughing loudly

he is far away now
and nowhere to
be seen

the short child keeps
on screaming
some people in the market
run towards the
go near to ask
what happened

and then one by one
to do their
respective chores
for the
ordinary day

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 30, 2012

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