Thursday, May 10, 2012

Warpath

We’re in the trenches
turning wrenches
stomaching ungodly stenches,
the true foundation
of the corporation
our only profit – perspiration;
we will work harder
to fill the larder
if you reward us for our ardor
but treat us like chattel
and the boardroom will rattle
from the din or our forces preparing for battle.

4 comments:

Lynn Proctor said...

i feel your frustration!

Pat Hatt said...

I don't they listen though
As the crap still continues to flow
All the way down hill
And it isn't a thrill

Carrie Burtt said...

I think you are right...you always shed some light.....on the true fight. Love and understand the passion behind this poem Bob! Hope you have a great weekend ahead!
:-)

rch said...

It's tough to stay positive some days but at least people are speaking up.