No Job Poem by Deborah Danso

This is a year of a difficult recession.
I worked for a Company known for their transgression.
To an exclusive company name I rather not mention.
Elegance walks alongside Prestige in the most arrogant way.
And here's me, pure in spirit and I walk extravagantly.
Clutching their cheques tightly.
Making money is their only priority.
Their sight ignores and couldn't care less.
Whose life they ruin and who's jobless.
Their soul wouldn't live in the land abundantly.
Triumphantly seeking the poorest to the hardship of redundancy