Poetry

Job Cuts Revisited (#1016)

Death hangs in the air,
The ax has hit Customer Care,
Everywhere I look there’s dead and dying,
People angry and crying,
The body count is high,
Co-workers and friends below me lie,
From the ax, they couldn’t hide,
I’m left feeling torn inside,
Sorrow for all who were cut so deep,
Relief that my job I got to keep,
Nothing will be the same,
All for the sake of some numbers game,
I know not what to say,
It’s been a bad day.

Any Thoughts?

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