Corporate Control

I always feel hungry yet dare not complain it may set a precedent, believing I am the fodder the factory keeps feeding on my infinite illusions. The Radio talkback show tells us, “No one wants insecurity anymore.” Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee no “Job for life” Only a life! For a job. Perhaps security is with the power of the poppy or cocoa leaf? So far, I’ve been lucky I’ve found my comfort zone this side of life. So! Do not weep for me for I breathe the fragrance of innocence, my mind remains only a fragment of intellect, my musing will never make poem of the day when my world one of such simplicity. Yet I see mankind bemused, multitudes from all walks of life programmed as corn in the meadow swaying to a acrimonious breeze, before being judged within a clockwork frame, with hearts that beat in caustic chests. Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds tolerance etched upon stark faces, their promised land dangled upon the filament of dreams, while calculated scenarios bombard their unswerving ambience. © Harry J Horsman 2020