The Injustice That Thrives... Poem by RIC BASTASA

injustice is
to an art, too in the
arts, not just in politics,
in governance,
even in family circles,
even within ourselves,
this life in restraint,
in self-denial, at first,
it sounds unfair,
a neglect, an unkindness,
sort of disrespect for
what we are and what
we can be, for what i am,
but soon, or sooner,
the realization comes,
it is all for the human good,
that humanity to make
this race survive, the i, that
one must forget,
so that a name gets stuck
in iron or stone
on the walls, in the skies,
in the heavens.