I am afraid I am afflicted by the TION disease

I was told that to ensure retention

And to make sure of career progression

Must take part in retraining and re-education


For to remain competitive and beat the competition

It is a must to enforce cost reduction

For a healthy bottom line need job elimination

So occupants of corner offices can earn sky high remunerations

Getting a job after retraining, I have no expectation

Without experience may be looking at a possible demotion

Many of my friends out the door, I hide my emotion

Everyday morning fear more degradation

Keep my mouth shut for fear of retribution 

Boss said he tackled all the dirty work with gumption

And as a reward he deserved a bonus and promotion

Day came when he was handed his papers that caused a sensation

I sent him a sorry for you e-mail as I still may need a recommendation

Because of the situation I always have a premonition

Although the politicians always make grandiose proclamations

Well I think everyone working has a similar narration

But time has now come to bring my story to a conclusion

To run a race marathon I do not have any intention

If it is of any consolation

It affects most of the population

I fear I am afflicted by the disease named TION.

I shall rather enjoy my retirement and not seek redemption.

 

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A cover beautiful

Fell for the cover

Ignoring the perils

That may hide inside

Aware that beauty skin deep

Once withered

May reveal a hideous heart

Or a seed of hope nurtured

Waits

Uncertainties perilous , or

Exhilaration unbound


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And my memory becomes weaker and weaker
Did I miss any one in the list to send my cut and paste, I wonder
Scan all post forwarded to find the one to share
If I don’t I am sure that there would be a danger
Of world falling into knowledge gap and committing blunder
I check the responses attentively to decipher
Hidden meaning of the emogies of an inbox cluttered
It’s the response of fake news that I most fear
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We bribe and seek purity

We corrupted the gods

To satiate our greeds

Build temples galore

When millions sleep in streets

We promise to bestow wealth

If our wants are fulfilled

And then cry to high heaven

That the world is ruined

By people taking bribes

To do what needs to be done

And exempt the gods

From looking after us

We, mere mortals, created gods

In our own carricatured images

Shamelessly we bribe and

Seek purity

The rocks will cry out

If we do not rant
If we do not shout
When it matters
When we need to stand up
The rocks will cry out
The rocks will cry out
If we wait, and wait, till
Hell freezes over
And hell fire ravages
Our bleeding hearts
Our bleeding hearts
Ache and pain
From our inaction
While the world burns
In wilderness we mourn
In wilderness we mourn
Mouthing over and over
Never again, never again
While somewhere around the corner
Another plot is being hatched
Another plot is being hatched
To snuff out innocent lives
While we play games with words
Conscience sacrificed at alter of greed, we wait
For the rocks to cry out