Damned to Dust

Another view of the corporate ladder of so called success...

Utter pandemonium

We thrive on sheer chaos

To have all that we so desire

No matter what the cost.

 

With viper eyes we look ahead

So numb to what lay waste

Pleas, but uttered grievances

And all can be replaced.

 

Mistakes are mostly challenged

But venues questioned not.

We hold a judges gavel,

Where reverence can be bought.

 

The more mayhem the better,

To shift the seeking soul,

Distraction, desperation,

We watch the players fold.

 

And high we stand upon our thrones

Of corporate entities,

With workers but a team of ants,

All programmed to appease.

 

Yet in the end we’re all the same.

Bodies damned to dust,

For which our souls must answer,

To all we’ve done unjust.

 

Copyright/SJ Petrandis/2008

Reviews

[LadyLove]

Sounds like the head of the household in a large family too...lol! Honestly, I'd be too timid for the corporate cutthroat world you portray. That's a highly unfeeling place to be and stay sane in. Your description does sound chaotic and mind-numbingly hectic and numbing. Geez! I'm staying away! i like having a soul! Anyway...Blessing to you!

[fireblossom]

This present system is damned. I agree. The corporate model takes and takes and loves to see other fail. It is anti-human and anti-planet. Your poem provides a good description of the mess.

All the best to you.