Trembling Hands Of Sick People Poem by RIC BASTASA

Actually there is nothing to be afraid
of.
If you deeply know everybody here
and if they are honest to admit, most of their lives have been overspent on
fears.
the majority is afraid.
the minority of the minority, seldom discovers that there is nothing to fear
except fear itself. And you do not even know who said that.
it is funny when all the fearful people come to an assembly
the whole people's park will be filled with trembling hands,
scattered minds, out of focus,
always, always, it is the future that seems to be the preoccupation
spilled milk, money that was lost and beyond recovery,
bad debts, uncertain goals,
so many termites eating wooden brains,
aphids on illusions of leaves,
worms on rotten projections,
if you put them all together
it is not a very healthy picture of what we want to paint society to be
in a canvass of hope
trembling hands of sick people
fit for a mental asylum
dump trucks of daily medications
those every young
who could be children of yours
surely would not like it.