Luck 2

those without the know
and empty
dispositions gets chosen

just to shame you
on a volunteerism

of morality and goodness
waiting for your
reward from the
heavens

Oh my goodness
he chose the uneducated fisherman
to lead you to
a political glory

a plain housewife to be
president of a country

a baby boy on the
cow's straw house as
his messenger of hope

you see
how jealous could you be
how green-eyed
how shamed

do not think anymore
do not play cute and meek

there are no standards after all
except a broken heart

meek, humble, pure,
and restless

and do not forget: always
to listen.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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