It Too Is Selfishness On The Other Hand.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you speak for the truth
it is because of some returns
the incentives line up like whores
next door
somehow they admit there is pain at first
but sooner
happiness knocks and there are many of them
waiting to be coddled by you
then you take one
all for the silence
it is worth all the hassle and then to prevent more damage
you go away
you fade like a old picture and some children come to your room
and see again what is in there
they will ask but there will be no answers
for the meantime