Not Feeling Like It Poem by RIC BASTASA

how many times
shall you change a word
simply because
you do not feel liking it?

how many times
shall this world of ours be destroyed?

how many times
shall this war be waged shall lives be wasted
in the name of change?

this feeling of
' i want change i want something new'
how many times shall we cut
edges and then feel the pain of
desolation?

now, i must leave a space
at the start of the lines. I protest
one blank line
between the sections.

no link. no connection. how many times
shall you do this to us?