Bbc News (An Internal Reflection) Poem by RIC BASTASA

THERE will be wars in this world,
many lies like masks on the faces of diplomacy
agenda are hidden like
cockroaches in those dirty cabinets
what they say on TV
mislead everyone
guffaw
the terrorists wear suits
silk tuxedos
armed with international resolutions
in effect
destroying the right of each nation
to self-determination
freedoms smashed like glasses and plates
after a toast and
party

WHATEVER, the lies are hard to figure out
the experts know how to package them well
like statutes of David
like the Trojan Horse

THERE are more victims
Triumphant less
Exploiters myriad
There are excuses on the death of innocent children
and strangled women and silenced men
of this World
The collateral damages are buried
underneath those shattered facade of mosques
and markets

The gates are interfered upon
AT night the moon bleeds blood
The air at dawn sighs
A morning is broken again
People have no choice like native now
Rejoicing over a new master

The frogs has not started yet
To worry about their numbers
The greedy white Heron eyes
Its next prey.....