the quiet oneA Poem by delapruchna.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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Added on November 18, 2012 Last Updated on November 18, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: 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..Writing
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