Ostracized Poem by RIC BASTASA

those who know they're
from the line of birds
had long flown
to that far away horizon

i watch them
and i have felt this eternal longing
this envy

who am i where i am from
that usual question that you too ask

we were never human
we were never treated that way

they must be the only ones
they must be the only human beings here

for they tread upon us so we must be stones
for they hit us so we must be walls

inanimate, unfeeling, degraded,
diminished,

destined for banishment
and extinction, ... we are not theirs

we are not their brothers
we are never part of their lineage


so why worry about them? we are stones that
hit them too
we are walls that separate them too


from each other.