I Bring You Tidings

i bring you food
you set them aside
you are telling me
you are not hungry

i bring you water
you set it aside
and tell me
you are not thirsty

i bring you stories
you do not listen
you tell me
you do not need
any of those

you ask me
to bring you justice
fast and swift and
commensurate

now you are thirsty
now you are hungry
now i am listening
to your story

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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