Unreal expectations

Rhyming quatrains.

Unreal Expectations

 

The working class, the middle class

And dare I say the upper class.

All consider themselves to be.

Placed where they are by destiny.

 

Of course it’s true that some break free.

Achieving upward mobility.

But is it worth the price they pay

Forced to act a different way.

 

In order to be accepted by.

The next strata of society.

Mobility’s a two  way street.

The different classes must compete.

 

To gain success as best they can

Though things don’t always go to plan.

The upper classes jealously

Assert superiority.

 

Although they lack ability.

They are quite sure that they should be.

The leaders of society

By virtue of their pedigree.

 

But things have changed dramatically.

And blue blood does not guarantee

That they are automatically

 endowed with capability.

 

 

The old boy’s network still exists

Still attempting to resist.

The quickly changing Status Quo.

Because they would much rather go.

 

Back to how things used to be.

When the loyal peasantry

Were ruled by aristocracy.

Because they do not want to see.

 

Ability not pedigree.

Ensures improved efficiency

A title may well guarantee

That you are paid a salary.

 

As a member of the board

Some businesses can well afford

To pay to use his Lordships name.

All part and parcel of the game.

 

Your accent and your old school tie

May well have worked in days gone by.

But obviously those days are gone

Though vestiges still linger on.

 

To demonstrate ability

You need the opportunity.

Though some employers still refuse.

To alter their outdated views.

 

 

 

 

But they must eventually

Albeit most reluctantly.

It’s what you know not who you know.

As the balance sheets will show.

 

The days of privilege are past.

The old order has been overcast.

It is a different world today.

Technology has done away.

 

With the old traditions

 And unreal expectations.

Espoused by the aristocrats.

We have no room for autocrats.

 

Who lack the capability

To take responsibility

For running  firms successfully.

Despite their noble pedigree.

 

Times have changed are changing still.

You have to prove you can fulfil.

The duties of the post you hold.

Not as it was in days of old.

 

When aristocrats held it to be true.

That the upper classes knew.

More than the lower classes could.

It seems that they misunderstood.

 

 

 

 

That things were changing far too fast.

That the old order could not last.

They must adapt or lose their place

As rulers of the human race.

 

Saturday, 25 February 2012

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Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Love this piece! It's honest and you put it in great rhythm and rhyme! I enjoyed reading.

[Muse]

I agree that things are changing way too fast. I believe that there will be an uprising. It may not be pretty...but unfortunately necessary. There is no more middle class...it's becoming impossible to be this any more. You learn to be rich quick...acquiring this status at birth..petty theft..or blessed unique talent. But even they will become angry when they are taxed more and forced to share it. Otherwise...in this new found socialism...the poor will learn to leach off the system. It's the design of things....
t's very imperfect...destined to fail.