The Oppressor Poem by RIC BASTASA

the oppressor comes
with a smile
your mother has already
been bound
by the sweetness of her
words
tied to the tree of her
deceptions
from a distance you
see the slyness of
her tricks
the quickness of her hands
your eyes are puzzled
but as you are trained
in the silence of your
solitude to see the worst of
others
whose hearts are black
whose breaths are foul
who mocks the pure
and kills the innocent
you stare at her
the oppressor and stabs
her with your
honesty
that look of the saintly
that judgment of the god
who tells her
of the eventuality
the penalty laid in the
pages of the hearts of
good men
she falls on the floor
of her madness
her bat wings clipped
her fire
reduced to smoke
her body
to ashes
now you are feeling better
in this poem
that must punish her
kill her! kill her!
it shouts in all the kingdoms
of the air