Every week, every day Every hour, every minute You pile on the pressure The same way a python Slowly, but surely Coils itself around its prey The hapless rabbit struggles hard But its efforts are entirely in vain As the python tightens its grip And chokes the rabbit into submission The poor prey can only pray As the serpent opens its mouth wide And devours the rabbit whole
Every week, every day Every hour, every minute You expect us to close roles At the speed of light As it were child's play As they say, ignorance is bless While a pandemic is raging And many people are losing their jobs And many more, their lives even All that matters to you is money Money, that you don't pay us on time And yet expect results from us After all, you can't have the cake And eat it too!
Every week, every day Every hour, every minute You take us for granted You expect the impossible from us But have you ever realised The pains we go through In order to satisfy your unreasonable demands? Have you ever considered the fact That we are also human beings? What would you do If we decided to abandon you? It is easy to lose good employees But a herculean task to replace them Your firm would be finished for good You would end up bankrupt And there would be infinite time left To reflect on what may have been Had you been a little more understanding A little more considerate A little more human
How cruel can you be? How heartless can you be? Every month, every week Every day, every hour Every minute, every second You subject your employees To nothing but abject slavery In the name of hard work In the name of targets But in reality, just to satisfy Your unquenchable thirst for money Your insatiable greed for power
How cruel can you be? How heartless can you be? You expect results at the speed of light But you do not provide your employees The necessary resources After all, do you think They are all Harry Houdinis Capable of pulling rabbits out of hats?
How cruel can you be? How heartless can you be? Your employees burn the midnight oil And brave Hell for you Some of them are forced to do it Just to make both ends meet And you have the sheer nerve To deny them their pay Which they have so richly earned After weeks and weeks of toil
How cruel can you be? How heartless can you be? Mark my words, the time will come When you will pay for your deeds Till now, you have been lucky Fate has been on your side However, things will soon change Your company will be in free-fall You will be in debt With nowhere to turn As your employees will desert you One by one Not even a Houdini can save you then
This poem is a message to the owners of the company where my best friend works; she has not been paid the salary since June 2019!!
Are you a human being? Or are you an agent of Satan? Do you value human life? Or do you consider it disposable? Do you understand love? Do you understand kindness? Do you understand empathy? If not, are you fit to run a company? Are you fit to be a boss? Are you fit to be an HR? Are you fit to work at all?
You have been blinded By your fanatical zeal for results By your overpowering greed for money By your insatiable lust for power For you, employees are robots Tailor-made for your animalistic needs Which cannot be satisfied By any sane human being For the sake of your whims and fancies Which change at the speed of light Several innocent lives are being ruined Today, it is the employees who are doomed Tomorrow, it could be your husband The day after, it may even be your daughter And this vicious cycle will go on and on With no end in sight Therefore, for the sake of humanity It is only just That you are banished from Earth Down to the all-consuming darkness of Hell Where you will rot, for eternity And the world shall be happier for it
As every day begins My heart beats with anticipation With every call I make There is a spring in my step However, all good things come to an end As the day wears on The white clouds fade away And are replaced By monstrous, jet black clouds With every call I make My shoulders droop My eyes lose their lustre My hands begin to shake My voice begins to falter As the rain of despair begins My mind loses its focus I lose all sense of direction The pile of work on my desk Grows taller and taller Until it outgrows Mount Everest Just when I begin to think That things can't get any worse My boss cranks up the pressure To such a level That my heart beats faster and faster I begin to splutter and choke My mouth begins to foam My face starts turning blue With a rapidly shaking hand I stagger towards my water bottle Tripping and almost falling on the way Eventually, with a supreme effort I manage to prise the bottle cap loose As I take a gulp of water I spill a few drops on the floor Very slowly and steadily My breathing begins to return to normal But not before my heart is filled With a deep desire To hear the three magic words "You are fired"
A poem on why Recruitment comes with health (mainly mental health) hazards.