Ill At Ease Poem by John Sensele

Fidelity died a painful death
In a world filled with make-believe,
Pretence, fleeting fads and deceit
Till it became hard to relieve
Your heart of frustration and pain
From which you now grieve.

Fidelity suffered abuse
When pride, short-termism, rat race
Began to rule the roost
And commanded you to lace
Your drink with illegal substance
To keep up with sanity pace.

Fidelity went through the window
When society chose to break
Her golden rules and standards
That would always bake
Her children into the best human capital
Who would flood productivity lake.