Exclusivity.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the selfishness abounds
in the picture

a mom coddles her dad
and only daughter beside a landscape
of tulips

for it's springtime and
freshness is everywhere

the cameras click
and some people not close to the family have to be driven saying

'excuse me, can you move out from there'

family picture, eh?

there exists this feeling of being
excluded

somehow it sometimes gives you the feeling
of correctness

the selfishness of others
begin always with the exclusivity of their newly found families

grandads and grandmoms
have no place in there

even dads and moms
and nephews and nieces

they have become strangers in their
exclusive paradise

and then when the ask
because sometimes poverty too attacks their solidarity

why bother? what the heck?
you have your own private life too
inside your room with your books and lamplight

your bankbook is all yours
and you too have no place for those who are in future need
solitary
you too is an exclusivity
and they too
have no place reserved by you
your room is just enough
your future all yours
your hands are too small
your voice always your own
you do not want anyone to hear it
even in this
poem