Things Pass You By In The Most Simple Manner
sometimes i feel so guilty
knowing that
things pass me by without
so much complication
no fuss
no complaints whatsoever
like when the leaves start
falling
on a windy summer
on a very hot day
facing the penultimate moment
of their
unnoticed existences
like the way the sun sets
ending itself
surrendering to the power
of the dark night
as though it is being eaten
slowly
or the pond drying itself
giving all its water
to the greedy sun
the king of the drought
taking away everything
no screams
no suits
no letter of protests
no hunger strike
no wars
no violence against civilians
or bombing of markets
or mosques
no taking of hostages
or exploding trains
and shooting pilots
in the air
the world spins slowly
completing its journey for the day
many things happened
since dawn
but just the same i never heard
any scream
at the top of its poles
and i wonder
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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