Never Mind If It Is Unjust. Poem by RIC BASTASA

we speak in riddles
what option do we have after all?
if we speak in plain language,
this language of the law and the books,
what do we get? oh, she is frank to say,
you shall be next.
so, you speak so that you
cannot be understood and
people become blind and deaf
and mute
and there will be a big feast in the
city,
power will say, ' come, celebrate with us!
we know what is right! '
and never mind if it is unjust.