The Other Side of Work

The Other Side of Work When from afar you look The door of a big office Tiny hole, an obscure it is A little square of an orifice. Draw near; knock to enter Inside Big Guy you’ll find Commanding heaps of books To obfuscate others’ mind. Wings of Authority spread Like Eagle on safe pinnacle Directing some dire Subjects Feet laced on taut manacle. “A blue chip Firm, this is “Trade Cowards make way, “Shall ye fear being a brigand “You’ll not eat yor hay!!” Big Guys in black robes Studied minds to bend Slaves are flashed by brains If they laze or pretend. Shiny Tables tell tales: Souls here meet their Fate Planned; non-existent Objects Toil, Coffers to inflate. To the fiscus they submit Economy to make grow Sound wealth is sound workers Not bleeding them to straw! A few work for their future Some are toiled and broken Others have a broken Future; To retire with just a token! A few are worked alright Others; minors in their prime Trapped by naivety of age Bleed for an empty dime! On and on they rant and rave The heartbroken to goad And toil them to near death Not to listen to their load. They then rise up the ranks For their loyalty to enslave Power to deal or despatch Of those who “misbehave.” Who cares for their ambition These miserable chaps Who have unfulfilled need To fill up their empty gaps? To work is good, we all say, To be killed at work is bad. As we relate Boss and Slave Stop making another sad. Man must work to eat, yes Why would one savour Another who works to eat With appetite and flavour? This is the other side of work We all must start to work! JM 13th Nov’ 2013