Not A Monotony
the sounds of monotony are
daily and
routinized like the waves of the sea
of the same height
and frequency,
until one day
something unexpected happens
like
many drowned
so many children buried in the mud and
mothers are crying on the streets
not for help anymore but
for a chain of griefs
there is a scream and this is not monotonous
it stabs our hearts
and makes us ponder
deaths can never be monotonous
our own death in the future
unique and unimaginable and we shudder
it is this nerve that has no ending
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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