Unprincipled

     Unprincipled

Biting your tongueEast gate here we go again[1]
For the greater good
No one really wants to
But they know that they should
With a house and car to pay for
It is simply understood
Endure the lack of conscience
Like a robot worker would

The disconnect is intentional
Communication, at a safe length
The less you know the better
To keep their position of strength

Little more than numbers
For the ten hours on your feet
A place where morals and morale
Will never actually meet

Staying level is the struggle
As you wrestle with the machine
A slave to your own devices
With support that’s never seen

It’s commotion in constant motion
It’s the epitome of the grind
With too few doing far too much
While taking it from behind

Manufactured misery
Muscles that constantly ache
Dreading the next marathon
Keeps your worst pains awake
Surrounded by market based cynicism
A daily dose of take and take
In a world of false principles
Defined by what you make

Lunch break is anything but that
With expletives flying around
Pushed to their breaking point
Everyone is breaking down

Saving lives while wasting yours
Management playing their game
Speaking their company rhetoric
While conditions stay the same

A factory devoid of humanity
Insulated by it’s innovation
Where output suppresses input
With ultimatums for motivation

Where half the workers are angry
And the other half are pissed
Where safety is priority one
And integrity misses the list

You bite your tongue
For the greater good
No one really wants to
But they knew you would
With children to clothe and feed
It is simply understood
Endure the lack of ethics
Like every employee should

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Wings

  

sky for prose

                  Wings

You used to look up at me
and say the darndest things
“where do you think we would fly to
if only we had wings?”
You would yank at my sleeve
and ask with your blue eyes
Daddy, what do you think a bird thinks
the first time that it flies?”

Outside on the front lawn
father and daughter birds
arms spread and eyes closed
no need for words
After our five minute flight
crisscrossing on air
we would sit on the step
ready to share

“I really love the mountains,
and landing at the top
soaring off a ledge
to where the blue doesn’t stop.”
“I like going really really high,
as high as I can fly
higher than the clouds
to the top of the sky.”

Closing our eyes again
to imagine each others flight
one to the distance
one to the highest height
The bird just feels free
no worries and no fear
It was nice for us to know
that we could always land here  

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