Quarter Of Seven Poem by RIC BASTASA

Quarter Of Seven



indirect bribery
escapes my mind
so i open back
the pages
of what he once did
when he was
on top of it all

that power that
corrupted him
absolutely

that lack of skill in
mastering honesty

sometimes these
capacities are forgotten

regret always comes late
pain sips souls on the other hand
earlier than the
cells and bars expect

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RIC BASTASA

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Philippines
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