There is no joy in work,

Maybe once,

But not now.

Workers survive to pay their bills.

Accounts descend upon them,

With shrieking crescendo.

Appreciation

For a job well done,

Has long since

Gone out the door.

Bosses don’t care how workers feel!

Making money is all that counts!!

Employees are essential,

But they are crushed.

Increasingly,

Employees,

Bastions, preservers of company structure

Do for companies,

What their companies

Won’t do for them.

They give much

Of themselves,

Receiving less and less

For their offering

Of more and more.

An organisation is a bee hive,

There are queens, drones and workers.

CEO’s are the queens

Presiding, commanding,

Directing through their boards.

Squatters masquerading as interested parties

Wanting invested dollars

To return fat dividends,

Inflated

By employee sweat.

CEO’s make big bucks

They downsize employees

Persuading those remaining

To do more of the same for less,

As they run scared.

Fat drones sit on boards,

Soaking up profits,

Stuffing dollars into bloated wallets.

Parasites thriving on sweat and tears,

The lifeblood sucked from labour

Rewarded with mere pittance.

Workers comply.

Job security paramount

They work their butts off,

Prostrating as slaves before their master,

Hoping to curry favour.

They divide against each other,

In their desire to comply.

Fools they are.

Like worker bees,

Their muscle is consumed.

They are held to have no brains at all.

Cajoled,

Exploited,

Eschewed,

They fall,

To be replaced,

By waiting others.

Unending cycles of diminishment,

Day by day drudge

Building thrones and refurbishing boardrooms

With tapestries of opulence.

Working,

They pray

Longingly

For the reckoning to come.

They anticipate

Moth eaten drapes,

And throne legs destroyed,

By termite ravage.

All are equal in God’s sight.

They live,

And hope,

The reckoning will come.

They long for milk and honey

A promised land,

So long denied.