You Are Not Happy Yourself But It Does Not Matter Anymore. Poem by RIC BASTASA

there exists a pretense
that very serves the purpose of this world
and for which this world thoroughly admires
since it suits well
everything for the survival of what is today
for the future

the suit is well worn
gleaming with pride
a white carnation in the pocket
natural and alive
an orange necktie
a white polo undershirt
a pair of shiny black shoes
a leather belt
a new pair of pants

you make a speech on a hill
everybody listens to you
you are well suited for
all their dreams

it is not you but you have to sacrifice
for everyone's hopes and the realization of all their dreams
you disregarded feelings
you set aside personal desires
you restrained what could have provided you happiness

you are the leader of the flock
the pride of this community
your parents smile on their graves
your ancestors carve a name for you in the other world

you are not happy yourself
but it does not matter anymore.