When The Poet Speaks Of Injustice

inside the board room
i tried to speak the voices of
discontent
that somehow there is an injustice going
on
served on white platters
everyone pretends to listen
and i am confident
no one shall add to whatever is said
and one may say this man is not credible
this man is saying something that we cannot comprehend
and i give up
close my mouth and let all these injustices go untreated
like cancer

at that time when no one listens
one feels
true, i am but,
just a poet...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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