They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
I can feel the weight of time pressing down
as it slowly crushes my inner child.
And I realized, watching my dreams drown,
that I've been treading water for a while.
Time's aged my body, yet nourished my soul;
trading fractured memories for my youth.
And bypassed life's red tape and rigmarole,
forcing me to discover my own truth.
I see a world that I've not seen before,
as if I suddenly turned on a light.
And I hear folks calling for a world war,
arming bigotry and hate for a fight.
I'm at an age where I'm thankful life ends,
for I’m fast running out of hope, and friends.
The System of Musical Chairs
" AI is of no use nor it helps anyone in this
Society ".
It repeats and is repetitive with no human
emotions to proceed to the next " Go".
Red Light? Does this System of Musical
Chairs seems like a game of charades ?
Backlogs, Deadlines, Quotas , Tracking
Numbers mazes of Red Tape.
Unlimited transfers pressing Numbers on
One's keypad just trying to reach a live
person.
Pointing fingers at team members in this System of the blame game on a monthly
basis.
What's the sense of Employees of the month?
When it creates disorganization.
Bureaucracy
A System of Regulations
Red Tape, Paper Shuffling.
Regulations, Status quo
Bureaucracy
Inner Circles, Imperfect Officials overworked,
Underpaid, costly oversights caused by
Local, State, and Federal Agencies.
Bureaucracy
Assumptions of fault finders to divide, ruled
On the regulation of the people by Jane Q.
Public and John Q. Public.
Some faces are bright and some faces are
Dimmed.
Bureaucracy
America, America; How can this be?
Where is our love? Where’s our dignity?
Look at us now, tell me, what do you see?
Well, from coast to coast; All I see is misery.
When we were young... so wild & free.
On top of the world for all to see!
We still struggled, still disagreed;
But I think we had alot more honesty.
We've made ourselves a labyrinth of laws;
Sewn with red tape and loaded with flaws
We have no morals, and so much deceit.
See all the thieves running rampant in our streets?
The system's worn. We all will agree;
There's pushers in our prisons and we let killers go free.
Our head's in the clouds!
Look! There's no laws online!
No wonder we stay on the phone all the time.
Let's make a comeback! Start a new fire!
So that we become what we admire!
Listen up people, it's our wake up call!
United we stand, individually we fall.
They always have said become one with your self
Be your own happiness instead of needing someone else
Don't allow anyone to be your strength or your lifeline
Be content with yourself by having good me time
When you think about it those statements are true and less stressful
Less drama and misunderstandings which are painful
No need to wonder "if I do for them would they do for me"
Being happy with you means enjoying your own company
You know yourself well and there's no need to doubt
No need to be an open book to figure another person out
You become close with another person but for what
To feel like a loser when the relationship is cut
To me it seems so much easier just to do you
In friendships there's so much red tape to cut through
Investing so much time and energy into another person
Just to walk away learning another lifelong lesson
Until you add someone to it your life stays problem free
Now that i've learned im going to start doing me
You think I escape
I promise, you’re wrong
This, devil red, tape
More thick than it’s long
When my lids flutter
In slumber, I drift
As with a stutter
The problem won’t lift
The horror still plays
My mind will not sleep
My conscious obeys
You call this my “peak”
If only you knew
The depth of my pain
Stronger than glue
All fears still remain
So when I choose sleep
You’ll claim that I’m lazy
Could you be less deep???
That would amaze me
Gravity is the enemy… It holds me down.
It keeps my soul from flying, knocks me to the ground.
And struggling against the force will only hurt
And yet I cannot stay here, face down in the dirt.
Gravity has its hold on me… I can’t escape.
Its regulations binding me... So much red tape!
My muscles ache from all the effort to but rise.
So, I negotiate and try to compromise.
Gravity is reality… Not in the mind.
It means that I will never leave the earth behind.
I’m trapped within the confines of the atmosphere.
It smothers every dream beneath this constant fear.
Gravity is the enemy… This constant weight.
To grovel dust to dust, it seems, my only fate.
But is this all there is? I know there must be more!
How else explain the yearning of my soul to soar?
thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows
a too slight shine to navigate the strain of living
wounds unstitched
like a heart unhealing from over-crowded transgressions
a feel that's too familiar
nestled in the treads of tired
where we can't always control the skidding
crescent moon
dangling, unsettled in the sky
shrunk in a sparseness of graying
pinched edges from a light threadbare
unable to lift toil from labor's bones
haggling for some salvation
Love grows deep within one's heart
Let us all just come together instead of growing further apart
We must not allow hatred to become the norm
Let's send out waves of warmth and happiness to weather the storm
If we all just work together we can make the world a better place
We only have one choice to make for the survival of the human race
A better world awaits if we could just stomp out negativity along the way
People you interact with smile at them and tell them to have a nice day
Bureaucracy and constant red tape stop things from getting done
Someone might want to ask the Egyptians how the pyramids got build in the scorching sun
Working together is the only recipe for success
A surefire way for getting us out of this mess
We have all been given the greatest gift that being life itself
Let's pick up the pieces and put them back on the shelf
Now for some good news,
that we might have missed.
It ain't no riot or pandemic,
so maybe didn't make your list.
For the first time in history,
a commercial craft flew to space.
Bringing humanity back,
into the great race.
Though still bogged down,
with government oversight.
Cause we all know 'Red Tape,'
can be such a delight.
We will see 'Hitch a ride,'
programs where we can buy,
a ticket for luxury cruises,
to take us out past the sky.
To hotels and eateries,
up there on the moon,
and apartment complexes,
that'll be coming soon.
An outer space vacation,
package up in the stars.
I'll think I'll wait and,
take mine on Mars.
Just think of the significance,
of this historic day.
When to all of our grand-kids,
we can proudly say.
I remember on just one planet,
we lived out our life.
It was so filled with hate,
war, hunger and strife.
But we overcame those problems,
back when we learned,
that if we only give love,
we'll only get love in return.
written on May 21st 2020
Bureaucracy comes...
But it never seems to go
It brings along attached to it
Endless tales of woe
Copious piles of paperwork
(Mostly useless forms)
And calls that go unanswered
Are typically the norm
You quickly lose your rag
But you know there's no escape
What you need are giant scissors
To cut through that red tape
Petty, mindless officialdom
Drives you up the wall -
It's a bloody miracle
Anything gets done at all!
I have always lived in a gray area.
Weary of the red tape
I ever resorted to white lies,
That only made me
the black sheep of my family.
~Contest: Bite Size: #58
~Sponsor: Line Gauthier.
Bureaucratic paperwork controlling the common people. More authoritative government officials compiling statistics, data, red tape, corruption, personal information converted into its systems organization’s hard drive to derive to a decision if a individual should be approved or denied for services for basic necessities in order to thrive of this system of things ran by the people for the people health care, pharmaceutical companies, affordable housing, homelessness, affirmative action, injustices, depopulation, senseless genocide in this systematic institutions.
Bureaucratic paperwork controlling the common people. More authoritative government officials compiling statistics, data, red tape, corruption, personal information converted into its systems organization’s hard drive to derive to a decision if a individual should be approved or denied for services for basic necessities in order to thrive of this system of things ran by the people for the people health care, pharmaceutical companies, affordable housing, homelessness, affirmative action, injustices, depopulation, senseless genocide in this systematic institutions.
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