Run, Run Poem by Anita Atina

Run run
You’ve got to run
Now to keep up
With every dunce!

Economic crisis
Jobs at risk
You’ve got to be
Hard to resist

While one might desist
From shameless self-promotion
You’re forced to perform
Abhorrent acquisitions

The crisis has provided
A convenient excuse
For slimy management
To use every ruse
 
To hire at low wages
And fire at will
This is what we have come to
Another waterloo

While the pain is real
The salve is esoteric
It remains to be seen
If anything, will fix it

While this downward spiral
Doesn’t have a bottom in sight
There are icons of hope
Beckoning worldwide

So till the pendulum
Swings wildly, between
Hope and despair
We’ve got to watch out for, listless fear

And run run,
You’ve got to run
Now to keep up
With every dunce!