The Demand For Justice... Poem by RIC BASTASA

because you inflict pain on me
and i cannot touch you
then i might as well inflict pain
to the society as a whole
for you said you love society more
than what i am
as your next neighbor....

and then you cry out for justice
to the world
and then you call me
the congenital terrorist?

sometimes i throw this question to the air
how can you love the world
without loving me first
your very next door?

how do you ever distinguish this tree
from those shadows of the forest?