Another day at the office

Another day at the office

A Poem by Beccy

You attend dutifully, dapper as ever, 
sip green tea, adorn yourself with a fancy,
close to the mouth microphone;  take your
turn at pontification, then nod your head 
in sycophantic obsequiousness to the 
interminable, futile rhetoric that bleeds 
from the jaws of other well fed hyenas;
that unlike Dostoevsky think truth is worth any price. 

Sometimes, though only metaphorically speaking,
you wring your hands, pay homage to the
stricken;  stern of eye, sturdy of limb 
as empty promises slip through your lips
as easily as your expenses chit slips 
past the blinded eye of the great unwashed;
knowing that tomorrow, or in one year,
whichever is the sooner, it will not matter. 

Later, you are chauffeured home in cossetted luxury:
there is a warm light shining in your home,
your servant is at the loom, spinning sweetly
and all the bells in fairyland are tinkling.
"Good day at work?" she asks, as the bones
of dead children cry out for compassion.
"The usual," you reply, "Aleppo,
my goodness, when will it ever end."

Only as time ends is the answer you seek.

When the men with no eyes
The men with washed hands
The men with stones for hearts
The alchemic shifters and shapers

will be brought to final judgement.

© 2016 Beccy

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the wolves in sheep's clothing, using others, taking advantage, getting rich off of others...their day at the office...

but there will be judgment...and the meek will inherit the earth....those with compassion will find themselves receiving compassion at the final tilt...

this is an incredible piece of poetry, with dialogue and such a story told...

a parable within a poem...


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Added on December 1, 2016
Last Updated on December 5, 2016



Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

I'm forty one, single and have a lovely twelve year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I had never really been inclined to share my writing until .. more..

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