Head Of The Table Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Repeatedly history has proven it.
Those reluctant to speak,
Observe this to know to validate it.
Even the ones hired,
To serve and tolerate,
What they see on a daily basis.
Have opinions between themselves to keep.
For a check to get once every two weeks.
To know with mouths kept closed.
That the one who may sit,
At the head of the table.
Dining and wining surrounded by opulence.
Bragging about what they have.
And who they are.
May not possess,
The brightest of minds...
Associated,
With a social status they've obtained.

However...
What they have that impresses to address.
Can leave many accepting,
The selling of their souls.
With undying loyalty to give it.
Just to rub elbows with a thief,
Who enjoys the making them fools!
Done to do to corrupt and destroy their lives.
As if they have been effectively hypnotized.
And secretly poisoned to control.