Sleep Mode Poem by RIC BASTASA

Sleep Mode



the hands clench,
make a shape of a beautiful fist
but do not strike
lay themselves down on the
table of wood
beside a lemonade
and then put themselves
in a sleep mode

fed up for the day
with wars on TV
about the struggle for
democracy

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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