Sylvia Chidi

(Germany)

Increase in pay


I hear him humming
A song of increase in pay
The same tune he keeps on drumming
Day after day after day

'Increase in pay, ’ he says
'Increase in play, ' he says

Today his hair is whiter than grey
Thirteen increments of pay
But he still keeps on humming
The same tune he keeps on drumming

'Increase in pay, ’ he says
'Fewer hours, more power, ' he says

No more do they listen
Once they did when he glistened
Now they wait gently endlessly
Now they debate quietly mercilessly

'Delay the pay, ' they say
'Decrease the play, ' they say
Can't you see his hair has turned all grey?
Soon! Soon he shall only wither away!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

Submitted: Friday, June 16, 2006

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