Societies Bedrock
Often mocked as stupid
I am always faced with
the idea i am missing
something worth knowing.
I go to work. I do my job.
Preached to standards higher
than I can conceive,
I am everywhere and I believe
what I hear when
media gurus deceive
and try to convince me
that they stand for values
their own biographers deny.
I watch leaders praised
and forgiven for crimes
that would destroy me.
I go to work. I do my job.
I see my hours cut.
I raise children who
go to work and do their job
and are passed over for promotion
by someone who promises to do more
with less, downsizes, lays waste
and jumps to another position
before the destruction
can be assessed.
I go to work. I do my job
and I am the bedrock
on which the rest of society
dances.
Sometimes I go "postal".
On those days, everyone says
that they just don't understand.
"He was just so steady, never late
for work, always did his job."
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007
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