Staring At The Sun In Protest

staring at the sun on a noonday
in protest of what is happening to
all of the honest people
the annihilation of those who still
have integrity

i get blinded with too much heat
and penetrating light of the powers that be

expectantly i must surrender
for there is no other choice
they keep on reminding me
but i did not and i will not

in too much loneliness and feeling
left out in the corner of my choices
i begin to see the faces of my truths

these truths
all these painful truths of
a democracy veiled in the euphemisms
of evil ones

i have no regret
the voice of God speaks
and that is enough for me
my body is torn and rotten

my soul is emerging
triumphant at the end...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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