The poet studied the artist’s painting

Who worked on a while at the table

In Mr T’s kitchen.

One morning he saw himself looking

At a bronze sculpture of a man

Throwing his arms up in desperation.

An existentialist position.

He mumbled to himself:

‘Something recalls in me desperation

At hand

Visiting the poor in an African township.

However.

It still happens at this moment

As it has happened since Adam & Eve.

Desperation of thinking about one’s

Own family

Having suffered injustice thru’ politics

And murderous intent.

Now then many of the culprits and

Infamous have been put to trial and

To face the justice system in the

Western ‘so-called’ democratic world.

However.

So many of the small people and the

Poor

Who suffered thru’ secondary thugs

Who had been overlooked by the

Justice system

Not even ostracized by society

Even not by today’s date’.

While the poet does not take the

Law into his own hands

Brandishing a gun

He definitely takes the sword of

Words

To punish those responsible

Destroying his family.

Yeah.haeY

zoltanzelan                      ZJG-POetry’19.