Just Thoughts Early Morning
it is another morning
in the cancer of the tropics
the chickens jump from
the trees where they roost
for the night
the cocks faithfully crow
you can hear the cackling
as sounds of the day
later the motorcycles
ramble their engines on the
roads
of this small village
where i live
people dress themselves
for work
children go to school
with their colored bags
and tiny shoes
days are always usual
faithful to their routine
like a clockwork
like a machine
who wants to change it
and create a confusion?
no one dares
even death
takes a pattern
and so the days keep grinding
us with boredom
unless a terrorist comes with
a new bomb
shakes the world
and cause it more shock
so that new questions come
demanding for
more innovative solutions
who likes it that way?
no one.
we are like old rivers
old water taking the same path
to that same ancient sea
when we arrive there
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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