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PUT OUT MY HAND

 

Put out my hand

Held it up for all to see

This was a man

He tried, he succeeded.

That is what we want to think

Deep and full, confident in the chase.

We grow up naive

Unaware of the competition

But they are everywhere

Squirming under every rock and camera

Posing, as if Fellini models

Pouting faces and exuberant bodies

Bursting at the conquest

Ready to participate in the circus

            We want clarity

            So we devise costumes and disguises

            We seek money and security

            So we spend it

            We seek purity of body and mind

            So we dive into dive after dive

            Expecting an honorarium or two

            For attending cross-cultural education sessions

            And then we find out

            It was all a ruse –

There was no contest

There was no fair competition –

You get your bit of joy

It paralyzes your motivation

For anything else

So you spend the duration

Pursuing a fiction

But unlike our politicians

You didn’t write the script to exploit the situation .                        220619.2