..Bombs.....Everywhere Poem by RIC BASTASA

some persons are
prohibited to love.
if they love, or make
love, they will die.
IF they will not die,
they will be cursed.
If the curse is not
effective, they will be
excluded from the circle,
they have to go away,
or they will be dragged
away from the village.

and you ask what is
this all about? love is
everyone. Love is love,
and it is encompassing.
Love is care. Love is
sweet. Love is all that
is desired for.

There is a kind of love
which is ostracizing. It
is exclusive only for those
who are loved by the
world, its rules and its
laws.

There are so many people
already murdered in the name
of love.
Many territories taken away
because they love.
Because they love only
themselves and their own
people.

Love should have been
much nobler, much better,
most divine.

But it is not, here, here,
and there, it is not.
and will never be.

Your hands are broken.
Fingers are severed. And
you are headless on
the mirror. You cannot
see because your eyes
are plucked out from your
sockets.

And this is the journey
which only the Sphinx can
ask, to the unwary traveler,
whose head shall fall
a few meters away from here.

unless, they detonate their
bombs, hidden everywhere.