Big Brother Poem by Gert Strydom

The big machine ticks over softly
and in its inner workings
people are crunched to numbers,
with some being retrenched,

with others being appointed
according to the affirmative action laws,
(the new racism reaction)
and solitary some white men stand

who are masters at their trade,
educated to the highest degrees,
with wide experience do not know where to go,
what to do to earn a living
and inhumanly the machine doesn't care,
just stares back selflessly, without a heart, without a soul.