Some Notes For Paris..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the numbers of the dead
are many
and that is in the place of
your dreams
one of those found in your
bucket list
this place called Paris

the world mourns and presidents
expressed their words of
sympathies urging all the people
to keep this peace
about the madness of the few
and the persistence violence
of the misguided

i will be spending more time on
CNN
and perhaps i may shed some tears
too and even express my deepest
sympathy for those who were mercilessly
killed while drinking beer in the pub
or watching football or intently with
ecstasy listening to the concert of the hall

meanwhile in the interior places of Olingan & Galas
and Sinaman
some farmers are busy harvesting their golden
grains for drying later under the sun after which
after some days shall be kept in their barns

meanwhile some children are bathing in the river
and then catch fish and go home whistling
some native mothers are singing lullabies for
their babies to sleep soundly on their cribs

meanwhile when a lover waits for a tryst
as his target is still washing the dishes as
father is now going to sleep after a hard day's
work in the farm somewhere in Sinuyak

they have no CNN and no worry about what
this world shall become

i should have envied them i suppose
but how can i really?