The Music Of The People.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are times
when we lose control
this time our necks
are tempted
our feet are mindless
our hearts beat
not for us but for that
which comes- -

this music from the
streets, the music of
the people
and the children at
the park
the ladies at the museum
and the men on
the farm

our necks swing like
the beatings of our hearts
our mouths scream with
joy
our feet do the gangnam
and we are freed from
the restraints of the
system

sometimes we even shout
the name of our
idols, or even the name
of our God.