RIC S. BASTASA


Well, Injustice Works Like That - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

injustice works that
way

you who works day and
night
burns the candle on both
ends
passionate about what
you are
about what to do with
all the mess
rearranging ugliness into
a pathway of daisies
and connecting clotheslines
to hand souls and dry bodies
with molds against the sun
to cure an illness of the
city

the boy at play and
irresponsible to his sick mother
the shrewd business man
inside his luxury car
passing by the majority in
poverty

well, injustice works like
that

in one corner the dying gets
to be still dying

the fake one gets the limelight
the guilty becomes the most innocent
a beautiful butterfly
removed from its wings

a dog's tail is cut
and the mad woman becomes president
of your crazy republic

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015



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