<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Lisbeth...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">she surrenders finally<br>to the hands of marriage<br>forgetting finally her<br>disappointing struggles with<br>books and<br>peers and scales and <br>a litany of human cases<br>and supreme court decisions on the matter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'what is justice all about? ' her first question<br>who dares an answer that satiates her thirst for it? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the legal room finally ejects her<br>she is a plate of vomit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she ultimately confesses<br>she misses<br>those nooks where people are<br>too serious </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to be really true to themselves<br>for they must appear<br>like dead pillars<br>unswayed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to discomfort and<br>unconvinced about the power<br>of emotions<br>those flitting feelings are not<br>welcome here<br>sorry<br>so sorry to tell her that<br>she who cries<br>and grieves<br>and says this is a cruel world<br>where the fittest<br>too shall suffer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is where people become stuffed animals<br>honored somehow for their<br>sacrifices <br>their frozen sweat and tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">eyes have no time for blinking<br>people's minds are sculpted<br>to objectivity<br>like stone or marble slabs<br>into pieces<br>of davids</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she goes back to the door of the family<br>enters it and locks the door behind her<br>it is raining that time<br>and people have to shout to be heard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hugs her two kids<br>her mirror to her new world<br>a confirmation of her untapped genius<br>what a flattery! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll make a lie and tell her<br>you finally find bliss! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">deep within me i am not at all impressed<br>this is the best world i got<br>and she is never a part of it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i will let her think<br>about something that makes her happy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i will not let her ask<br>if i am telling the truth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i don't have the time<br>neither does she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487986" data-title="For Lisbeth... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="she surrenders finally to the hands of marriage forgetting finally her disappointing struggles with books and peers and scales and a litany of human cases and supreme court decisions on the matter 'what is justice all about? ' her first question..."></div> </div> </div>

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