Fired Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

Her work marred by incompetence
I called her to my office not on good terms
Talk about work
One of my junior supervisors left for greener pastures
There is a vacant post
As she opens the pallet door open
I take revisable statements on how to deliver such news
She has been the talk of bosses and they have burdened me
Why should I fire her I ask my supreme?
In my mind obviously
They are my superiors
You don't ask such
I see her coming as she sets her shadow past the half glass walls
That governs the normal bus office setup with their superiors
You called for me sir
Smiling
There she is respectfully addressing me
The me, who will deliver such atrocities
I think she thinks she might be the one getting promoted
How can they promote and demote 2 people
Same day, same floor
Antagonizing decisions
How can I be the one to break her bones down?
While she imagines how she has ditched poverty behind
I bust out into tears
Psychological breakdown
The thought of her feelings as I deliver the exit envelop
Yes she cries