The Possibilities are limitless beyond our reach,
Hiding behind those smiles of greed and financial belief,
Corporate organisations of brightly dressed opportunities,
below surface presentations of empiric possibilities,
Consumed by the colours to notes of a defined life,
Too career developed to even appreciate the wife,
Promote yourself as a product while they validate your worth,
Like the consumerist market stats are the most important factor on earth,
Manipulated to portray the illusion of success,
Losing all sense of identity for the sake occupational stress,
Conducting research for a substantial future,
failing to meet the criteria on this decreasing target structure,
liquidated memories to solid gold jewellery,
What only exists is the supreme prison I've created before me.
- Author: Jack Hitchen (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2017 09:13
- Comment from author about the poem: How corporatised worlds demolish all sense of humanity.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
Comments1
A fine write L. Yes, some places are all 'targets to meet'. People become things or objects, and the work is not enjoyed.
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