Winners And Losers

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 Dead turnips The two, three, four, five, six-faced Fiends fingering foul figures of Obscene wealth O why not those others Those true believers be Applauded 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 Without offering In rites of filial obligation Sacred sacrifice Of heart and soul? (Previously published in Kookamonga Square, Feb 2003; The Hold, Feb 2004)