In The Joy Of The Many... Poem by RIC BASTASA

then i stumble upon a
thought
which you and the rest of this family
had prohibited
it is a stone which you pick
to hit your head and then
you bleed
they keep on saying
we do not want you to suffer
we do not want you to experience what
we had gone through
we do not like you to be like us
please remember
and one day you pick the stone
hit your head and you bleed
you like it you wish for it
you want to be like them
and here misery finds company
in the joy of the many....