The Usurper Poem by RIC BASTASA

THE MOON
was crescent shaped
the star in between floats like a jewel
hanging on the ear

what appears to be
a hungry mouth
eager to swallow
what does not
belong to it

and then
the war started
atrocities justifying other atrocities
violence begetting
genetic violence
TV ads says
propaganda keep on
saying
there is no one to
blame

right fighting for rights
body burying another body
the ring
the circle of injustice
without beginning
without end