Boardrooms Poems - Poems about Boardrooms

...They came not with swords, but contracts in hand, With smiles that curdled like poisoned sand. World Bank, IMF — dressed in divine intent, But behind every loan was a nation's lament. They call......

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...I. In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll— left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice between being and non-being......

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...We cured death on a Tuesday, launched the trial on a Thursday, by Friday, 14% of the test group was gnawing on the janitorial staff. Still, the press was kind. “Remarkable resilience,” they wr......

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...**The Next Zimbabwe: A Call to Rise** In lands where dreams were forged in fire, A tale of strength, of fierce desire, From ashes of despair, they’ve learned to climb, Zimbabwe’s spirit s......

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...I once read: "100 women trafficked and enslaved in a human egg farm-drugged, violated, and harvested. The world barely blinks." The words sat in my stomach, heavy, rotting. Not shocking, not new-just......

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...True workplace beauty resides not in grand corner offices Or sleek designer furniture that impresses. Nor is it found in trendy open floor plans, Or state-of-the-art gadgets in employees' hands. ......

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...June nineteenth one hundred and fifty nine years ago The conclusion of the American Civil War commenced with the articles of surrender agreement of the Army of Northern Virginia on April 9, at App......

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... Attending an ‘SDS’ meeting Watched ‘Democracy’ take a beating Listened to strident, long-haired voices denounce the USA shilling for Marx, Hegel, and Lenin all the way ......

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...In bustling cities where dreams take flight, Amidst the chaos, people strive and sway, A tapestry of faces, colors bright, Unity in diversity, a sight divine, In every heart, a love beyond compar......

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...Because once a time in a round mud hut at the edge of the bottomless of pits, I know that a three- or four-year-old roars with his gut And he wipes snot with a broken jersey that barely fits Be......

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...In the realm of ebony, a tale unfolds, Where black wealth blossoms, its glory beholds. A tapestry woven with brilliance and might, A testament to dreams and relentless fight. In the depth of hist......

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...casting away all pieces and parts of an existence full of casual talk of board rooms full of rage lost bodies in burning classrooms full of philosophy and apathy on foolish babble on time ......

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.... There’s an urgent Need To collar A Device. Humans In politics In boardrooms A Wearable Necktie Wit......

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...EPIDEMIOLOGICAL NAME: Donkey Pox ORIGIN: First detected in Orwellian hippies, Leninist/Marxist think tanks, insane asylums, the Deep State, secret societies, and faculty and student lounges ac......

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...Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, first Monday in September set aside for employees able, eager, ready and willing to acquire money to marry groom or bride climb the corporate ladder or be......

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