The First Sigh

i think i have to write this
before i die.

You are beautiful.

I like to be a part of you.
But God has disapproved it.

His people had spoken
and They are his Sole Voice

The Iron Rod that burns
People who renege Upon
The Order,

Because There Must be
One System,

One Color,

The Other Version is
An Outlaw.

Ideas Other Than This One
Are Hanged.

Dead. Infamous.
Sham.

You are Beautiful and
I love you: Your soul & Your Body.

It is sad I never told you
About this.

If I did, I cannot imagine
What's Next.

Let us just forget
I am not what you
Resemble Me to be.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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