Sacred Structure - Poem by RIC BASTASA

your eyes do not see
the dark has no scrutiny
it is the prism that does
all the trick for you

you will be deciding
the lives of ninety million more
yet you leave inside the core
there is always this bore
inside the chest of the sore

i wonder how you write
about liberties and their lives
in solitary confinement
you take pride in your refinement

in the future someone writes
about your destruction
of the common, the lowly and
the poor, and you will see
with tears falling from your
eyes: this cannot be! this cannot be!

the damage has been done
your death is not enough
to pay for the devil puff

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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