43524 Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are fools
listen we are really foolish
we have been deceived
for quite long they have been
stealing from us right in
the front of our faces
when we discover this
we go mad and run on the streets
make noise and shout for
their ouster
we cannot be appeased
but only for a while

now, we like to see them
again dancing before us
and we say we are wrong
we miss them and we want
them still to proceed with
the show, they walk on the rope
they spit fire they sing and
they look beautiful with all our
money

back home be ready with what
the mirror will show:
we look like them
foolishly incurable