The Prisoner
the afternoon
sun shines upon
a row of
iron bars
the temperature
has subsided
heads of unknown
men begin to
appear
like shadows of
mushrooms
upon the dark
mouths of caves
they are some
of the questions
still unanswered
by the
claim that there
is justice
in humanity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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