The crooked men have much power.
I, who have lofty ideas, come in their way,
Though I fear a little at some hour;
But I know I should shallow my fear and stay.
Such hasty decisions they can make.
Ah, how they torment the subordinate soul!
And oh! The words they use are all but foul.
What prompts them to do so I can never tell.
But no, offense on me I shan’t ever take,
Nor shall they be praised when their deeds are not well.
They, the Managers, the CEO’s, who seek
Only gain, and sign one contract after another.
How clever they are who pretend as if they care.
Their mumbo-jumbo speeches don’t make strong the weak.
Death might come to all in a wink.
The more they have, for more they crave.
And, they for themselves think.
Ignorant I’m not and I shall face the knave.
Copyright © 2013 RAMU DAS