Gazing Into The Abyss Of Corruption Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's a precarious, insecure situation
gazing into the abyss of corruption.
Working like Sisyphus did and done
for no pleasure or recompense.
Sure, this is how it is working today.
No gains to bank or treasure.

Trying to roll that big rock up a mountain,
higher and higher, higher and higher,
only to watch it slide back down the other side
listening to the snickering of heartless fools.
Jackals that somehow get to stay on top?
While we all work like broken mules.

Living hand to mouth, hoping to survive
another winter cough, without funds
or heating fuel or even the money to send
our kids to their first elementary school.
Sure, they'll learn the cost of living
by walking there with holes in their shoes.

They'll even make dear old Sisyphus proud
how they, too, never cried aloud.