There Is Always This

greed, that sometimes
rationalizes itself that it
does not exist, and yet
when you sleep at night
when the room is so silent
and it refuses to talk
and tell you the truth
you soon will discover it
to be a part of your being
and then you finally admit
that you belong to the
genealogy of the dragon
spitting fire and taking
territories and damaging
the humanity where you
once belong, this soliloquy
for instance is a manifestation
of greed's guilt,

tomorrow, another war
is done.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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