Code: The Credit Card Poem by RIC BASTASA

Code: The Credit Card



THERE ARE always and will always be present
vested, self-interests

and the 'good' may pretend to have done the Good
for goodness' sake

what hypocrites do we have here?

the good man that you know who keeps on booking your place ticket
brags that he is doing but charity to you
sham! he is interested in the points that he earns in his credit card

but no one minds,
they're too dumb to listen
too selfish too to even know that there is something wrong

their concern is only the incoming tour
and nothing more

i still think clearly
silent and furious
the usual world of two people: the swindler and the swindled
the puppet and the string
the devil and the sea....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
Close
Error Success