A poem by: Ben Dunk. 1977





Religious and political affiliation,

boosted-birth and gifted finances

render no conscience conciliation,

when responsible for personal advances.


There is no success achieved on earth,

by man in his perpetual strife,

which has more length and girth,

than a personalized self-made life.


But, woe to the head-man of obsession,

who, treads on and kneads who he can,

for, he expires in a depth of recession;

dissatisfied, lonely, regretful and wan.