Broken in body and left to my own device

I crawl in silence toward the fading light.

Left now upon this vile heap of inhumanity,

I was cast aside without regard, into the night,

Cast aside by the very ones that once pretended to care.

I now make my way across the drying bones

Of those which were broken before me and left to die.

 Oh,

 This is a wasteful and wretched land

that stretches as far as the eye can see,

It is land that gives not,

for this is a land that only takes,

a home to those forsaken.

 Without Shame

 They borrow of your youth

and pay you a meager sum,

Then they greet you with disdain

if their productions not met nor done.

For the years have gone by,

And in strength and ability, you’re not the same.

It is more youth that they now need,

More youth that can pull their train,

For their company cannot succeed,

Or even maintain their mansions and estates,

If they must keep in their words, “Dead Weight”

 So cast aside we now are,

for we have reached our peak.

Cast aside, thrown away,

Left to rot… left to decay.

 J. Allen Wilson © 2003

This was inspired by the reduction of force at my work.