D4

we all have some
kind of prison
made of some kind
bars

each bar is not
an infidel to its duty
to make us think
that inside this prison
something good still
happens

kind hands can be
choking too
when what we want to
do is barred
because justice demands
that kindness
must beget kindness

out there
the real game is waiting
we hold the ball
but we cannot go
and play

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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