The Song Of The Tantrum... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the suffering that all wars caused
did i hear that only the dead knows?

displace all those who suffer
and like water they shall soon seek

all the common levels
they all seek the path of least resistance

and they will all come to you

the maps of this world will change

there will be no more boundaries

all land, water, sea, belong to all

no masters, no warlords, no emperors
no kings and prime ministers
no government, no city, no province

no nukes, no ships, no guns, no schemes,
no double talks, no pretenses,
all children now looking for their parks
all kindness seeking for their thresholds
all humanity without distinctions

all roads connect, all continents move
now in place, all trees and fruits,
all goodness, all cries, all misgivings
and love, all love, all love,

all tantrums all trauma, all prayers,
all senselessness, ...and nothing.