That Voice Within Poem by RIC BASTASA

somehow i am
tasked to write
what actually happened

and they seem to
be not interesting at all

man pushing another man
woman pulling the hair of another woman

the clerk engrossed in the records
and the stenographer with her notes for the day

there are those who leave the court
feeling so victorious
saying, justice is served at last

there are some
who fails to accept what burden is laid on their backs

somehow i sit on an easy chair
on a blurred vision
on that painstaking scrutiny
less the guilt

somehow something is missing
more is yet still to be done
every aspect is like another
stone not lifted from its being stuck
in mud

there is a sound which says
do something more
your best is not enough
and i ain't seen nothing
yet