For Those Trampled Upon

listen: the bad karma
does not send any notice

it is not like hot pepper
that burns your lips instantly

the oppressed sings their songs
to the winds of change

comforted
by the lofty ears of the clouds

listen: vengeance is not ours
it is God's.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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