Twist Of Fate..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

she might have been disappointed
when i stopped crying for justice

how many are dead? many are unaccounted
they have no names, heads are severed and
bodies are missing
some hands have only two fingers left
some feet have no ankles left

how many shall be added to the list of those missing?
the numbers keep rising like a high tide on the river

minds are murky, memories blur,
bonds are cut, traditions are gone
a brother is on the other side of the fence
mother is still grieving for father
killed in those daily wars
without end

she might have been disappointed why i changed my mind
why my tongue does not speak about injustice anymore
she will disown me and call me many names: traitor,
deep penetration agent, scum, slime,
unwanted, dead, erased,
dirt, cancer,
wound, a disease,
skunk,
a malfunctioning robot,
a rotten pig

whatever,

i am alone in this journey now without a gun in my hand
without a load in my shoulder

i am going home where there is none
and i am making another one

i will not disappoint foremost my one and only self...
for now i will be selfish in love,

between myself and my one country
silent in the meadows of my peaceful dreams
in love with grass and clouds
content upon my own regrets
having not love much what solitude shall secretly offer
without blood, without bruises, and another scar.