Those Killed... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Those Killed...



there is always something to say
to make things live, to give life to words,
it is like a trip to an unknown destination
a kidnap for ransom
we keep on talking to assure ourselves that
we are still alive
some even whistle and then they were shot
they were mistaken for a code
asking for help.

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RIC BASTASA

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