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Are you a human being?

Are you a human being? Or are you an agent of Satan? Are you capable of any good? Or is it utterly pointless To keep such expectations? You live only for money And your employees are mere tools To be used one day And thrown away another day Are you a human being? Or are you an agent of Satan? Your employees sacrifice so much By burning the midnight oil Every day, every week Every month, every year Some of them have to do it Just to make ends meet And you deny them Such a basic thing as salary For an entire year Are you a human being? Or are you an agent of Satan? During these mad times we live in With many people dying And many more getting infected You still care about work only Of course, your employees are just robots But, if they are robots Why are they getting infected as well? Are you a human being? Or are you an agent of Satan? With every passing day The situation is getting worse and worse As the virus is spreading everywhere Including amongst your employees Yet, you still act like Emperor Nero Who was content to play the piano While his beloved Rome burned Is it not your duty To create a safe environment For all your employees? Should you not make it a priority To ensure that they all work from home? Instead, your lust for control is such that You would rather prefer Your employees to risk their lives Just so that you can watch over them Just the way the monster Cerberus Guards the gates to Hell Are you a human being? Or are you an agent of Satan? You may be a Founder of a company But you lack basic goodness And unless you mend your ways You and your husband Will die a dog's death The sooner that day comes, the better So that your employees Can start leading a normal life again Free from your evil influence
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Written by
Ashwinkumar1989
36 / M / Mumbai
Published
Apr 21, 2021
Lines·Words
64·338
Notes

This is a rant to the boss of my best friend, in whose company many employees have been infected with COVID19 and she still expects everyone to come to office.

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#badbosses#bademployers#officetyranny#workstress#workpressure#salarydelayedisalarydenied#worklifebalance#covid19#coronavirus
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