Winners And Losers - Poem by Laurence Overmire
As an outsider, looking in
You might wonder why
No glory, no golden global Oscar
Is bestowed on those
Who survive—quietly behind closed curtains
Rejected and defiled in
Swamps of Hollywood slime
Egos sucking blood out of
The two, three, four, five, six-faced
Fiends fingering foul figures of
O why not those others
Those true believers be
Their honor and dignity yet intact
Motives still pure
Unsullied by political machination
Why not these in any walk of life?
We might well ask the question.
Where are those survivors?
Can any pass through inner sanctums
Narrow corridors of gust and glitter
In rites of filial obligation
Of heart and soul?
(Previously published in Kookamonga Square, Feb 2003; The Hold, Feb 2004)
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