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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Part 1 1958 (Introduction to employment) Often I drift back to the days, where it all began. To feel again the sharp brisk morning air against my inferior nakedness, whilst sprightly making my way down school lane, towards the local builder’s yard, to earn my weekly pittance! here where the first day ritual, of one’s treatment an introduction to. “Left handed screw drivers, buckets of steam, (and don’t forget the lid,) sky hooks for the innovative amongst us; and grease around the balls ‘had they been quick enough!’” My last day of education, teacher said I was a hopeless case, the picture they drew for me, was one of depression. “Curriculum vitae” none existent buried deep within my soul. “God! What I’d give to be a footballer.” (“Newcastle United” Laid heavy on my mind.) Yet! Who was there to help me? Why this constant inability to learn when no one spent the time to coax, or simply understand, and encourage, while indoctrination imprinted from many years past, handed down through generation to generation, taught one that, “Hard work never hurt anyone.” (“It bloody killed my father!”) Employment a new world, the master’s menu now activated upon an innocent ego, waiting to be stirred, by the privileged. To confuse the gullible “Master” moves in many devious ways, to coerce one to believe in a system that spawns tyranny! “These Rams of society” Manipulators all, whose ecstasies of sweet moments are drawn from the cries of menial men, those whom when on his morning tour of the works, doff their caps, as one would when Pharaoh entered the room, therefore destined to wander aimlessly, within each corporation statutory limits. It was here an introduction to the red power, born from ideological ideals, collective thoughts being their strength, leaving individuality as a nonentity, and a friendly threat that left me cold inside. Yes! It is this system I grew to despise so much, yet kindled by England’s very own “Twin seeds of learning.” © Harry J Horsman 2012
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