Altruist stands against Egoist,
Against his own life stands;
Red with blood his eyes are,
Plucked by his selfless hands.
Altruist follows the leader,
Who knows not where to go,
But down into lifeless darkness
Where all false leaders go.
Altruist follows ruts and hollows of selfless service worn;
Altruist bellows to his fellows, "Cowards we are born".
Altruist bending in faith ne'er ending to death is sending his prayers befriending;
Death, receiving, is nowise grieving, but laughs in reaping the self-deceiving.
Altruist kneels, pounds head on floor;
Egoist stands, a beast no more.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner