A work Culture??

barry-3 Poems

A work Culture?? Our heads are down Out of sight! To keep the image in flight We try to smile And say YES! We stand together While we pray for the clock to strike So we can escape the eerie doom! Our minds clouded with that public cry We are great! Respecting and caring for all, as we are equal! No tyrants shall find their rein here!! The message rings of a cloudy truth The words are so grey and bold The vicious and young rally round the voters booth Drunk on todays flavored Kool-Aid Wearing that hidden truth So that they might be picked!! Yes they shout!!! I made that magic cut Without much toile!!! I am in that wave of glory! With those that carry the lofty vision That glory, power and mighty Hand! Look there! is one of those The heads down! Not wanting to play this game!! The slayers game! The worker feels the pain! Trying hard to hide in this realm! Let’s slay them! They chant out loud! There will always be another! Let’s sing to our new culture!! So that vulture can wine and dine!! On the bones of those who believed! Our work culture!! Built not for those that believe! But for the glib chameleons!! Glory for those, that use the mask To create great tasks!!! That squish the non–believers into drunken submission!! In the name of our culture!! We lead that murky way!! Our personal path, to one’s own glory! Barry B