The voices of power come from above
Not as an angel
Or a dove
But as a catalyst of the modern day
Playing a proud euphemism of inclusivity
The ringing pours into the coffee
A work place full of brutality
The tax man walks in and orders
It counts up to the minimum wage
Workers that are used to the disarray
As he walks away not with a coffee
But with a note

“No matter what you say, do, intervene or pray… you’re mine”