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
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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