The Peverty Of The Masses Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have already stopped wondering
why the rivers always leave the forest
proceeding to the sea
emptying all its contents
as the sea bloats itself with all the silt
salt and brownish water

it will always be
and you know that fully well
the sea is, and will always be rich
and yet
it is giving nothing back
to the river to the forest
to the village on top
of the mountain

the people there only dream of fish
and boats
what they eat are their own bare hands