the quiet one

the quiet one

A Poem by delapruch
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always did what they were

told at work,

always gave 120%,

always was there early &

stayed late if needed,

always came in on his/her

day off

when called upon to do so,

never complained about the

preferential treatment

that s/he saw happening

around him/her,

which made the work

environment easier for some

& so much harder for others---

the “some”

who got to do less & not get

hassled, walked hand in hand

with the authority figures,

not standing with their fellow

workers anymore (worse than

scabs, acting as the ears &

eyes of the boss, when the boss

wasn’t around).

 

the quiet one kept his/her head down,

nose to the proverbial grind &

the difference between her/him &

others was that s/he actually liked to

come to work,

far be it for this writer to say,

quite possibly it was the job itself &

the people around him/her at the job

that gave light to this person’s life,

that made his/her existence

worthwhile.

 

to this day, we don’t know what

brought the “management” to

single him/her out---

maybe it was because s/he was

just quiet enough, just peaceful

enough, just compromising enough,

to be the kind of person that

none of his/her coworkers would

ever think of doing the “wrong”

of which s/he soon became the

target of all blame at the

workplace---

s/he was the perfect “example” to

be made.

 

like clockwork, other workers saw

the heat that was being let down on

the quiet one & when the first

suspension occurred, they simply

didn’t want the same to happen to

them---

rather than be compassionate &

try to find out the truth of what

was happening,

the quiet one’s coworkers went

about their day, worrying about

themselves only &

suddenly the divide between

“us & them,” “workers &

bosses,” these got blurred---

no one would stick up for each

other,

no one would refuse to testify

against the quiet one, to sell out

each other, to stand & fight against

the pressure that was crushing

what had been a healthy work

environment.

 

when the quiet one looked for

friends to confide in, no one

listened, so when the quiet one

got a hold of his/her assault

weapons of choice, no one paid

attention, so on the day they

spoke loudly at work,

no one saw it coming &

the people up top could blame it

all on one

person &

the news reporters kept asking

“why” &

the american people continue to

run on their little hamster wheels,

not making a peep,

not thinking it will happen at their

workplace,

putting their hopes & dreams in

this capitalist reality,

while countries outside our borders

want to be like us---

so will the plague

spread,

one worker at a time.

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..

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