To join the band elite of ones with pow'r
Is luck that smiles only upon a few;
Your friends turn foes and you cannot be lover,
And loved nor love but learn to anger spew.
You dance in step as per your bosses' tunes;
You meet the targets fixed in scheduled time;
You cannot hide the works undone like dunes;
They want your life exemplary, sublime!
You are the buffer for the employees;
You have to satisfy the management;
The pow'r enjoyed upsets your mental peace;
Much better seems the beggar on pavement!
A shepherd leads the flock to meadows green;
Most sheep obey but some can be so mean!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-06-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem