To The Oppressor... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there are those without choices left
but to live in the comfort of the cave
you burned their houses and the only bridge
that connects to us

the river swells and crocodiles live there
there is no more way
for home,

there are those who commit the crimes
because a jail is home
it has become a shelter
where food is free
where peers are kind
where choices are none

there are birds which you put is so many cages
to your delight
they have no choice but to stay there till death

i have seen their bones and feathers
i have kept them all
in my home

sooner shall the Furies come,
bringing you the cage
the jail,
the cell where you shall dwell forever

then you shall know what songs are there inside the teeth
what bitterness is there
drilling pain to a tooth decaying
and you too shall have no choice

i shall see you pass,
i will keep your bones.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

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