The Questions Of Our Days... Poem by RIC BASTASA

themonkey
lives on the trees
playing and enjoying
what fruits
ripen there

it looks upon a man
plowing a field
where soon corns
are grown

the monkey plays
and plays
and sleeps whenever
it wanted
simply enjoying
life
beyond the ambit
of work

the farmer grows
his corn
until it is about
harvest time

and then the monkeys
and its friends come
to the field of corn
to harvest some and
claim that this field
is owned by Mother Nature
and thus must be
shared by all

the farmer sees this
and gets his shotgun and
kills the monkeys

and then, what justice is
what land is
what sharing is
have all become the
questions of our days.