The Bad Reality Poem by RIC BASTASA

i spit out the last words

life is unfair
this is a reality that is clear

a number of hands take out the sunglasses
from their eyes

they look at each other now
and they shake their heads

some say they all work hard for it
and now they must claim their just share

others claim their ancestors die at an early age
and they must reap the fruits of their labor

i spit out the words again

life is never fair
and that is very very clear

someone cannot bear it
break into sobs and run for the rest of her life

another nervous breakdown
i count

for another unbeliever
but that is how clearly i see this matter


the unjust wins
the cruel ones thrive
the greedy have more
the oppressor gets them all

there is a movie with a bad ending
the killer is set free
and the innocent gets inside
for a fee