Nada Que Nada.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Nada Que Nada....



at the peak of all these

ramblings, perorations,
at the height of artistic leanings
those that hide behind the
revolutions of the masses
offering a pyre of those
innocent bodies those that steal
a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese

at the peak of all these poems,

so many of them, all subjected to the
torture of the master of
governance, all foxes and manipulative
machines
designed for the preservation of
power

at the peak of all these speeches and
rhyming poetry

what is there to feel? what is there to
reap as fruits?

at the peak of all these restlessness
one can hear the toll of the church bell

another funeral, another march,
ash, incense, last stone, wooden niche,

shovels, mud, heavy rain,
sobs that we always hear and yet keeps

on reckoning, such a short time
badly spent for the fury that will never be

consumed, a problem never solved,
a crisis always in whatever time in whatever

nth life, what is the essence of all these?
let the silence do it.

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RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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