Destiny........ Poem by RIC BASTASA

from your own
place of
origin the killer
came about

and you claim to
be one of its victims
how sad
to hear that
what a sight to
see

your throne is not
stained
unlike the others
you are now in a state
of peace and
progress

the rest are struggling
to breathe
many trees have fallen
dead
a flight of grieving pegions
are moving south

the children are kept in cages
and so with our old men and women
all eyes are looking for the
magic of the cure
now or never

but soon all these patience of the
seas shall not last
the big and last wave shall whip
into oblivion
from your own place of origin
where the killer too is
destined to die.