by James Zealy
No love, no care, no loyalty,
Its not personal, Its just business brutality,
Cut, slash, reduce, downsize, outsource,
Human commodities, used and displaced,
Make the stockholders happy, personal care erased,
Transition the norm, push til you break,
Your disposable easy to replace,
No knowledge, no desire, no life,
The people are the business have you lost sight?
Its service with a caraff of fear,
Will no one shed a tear?
The numbers can't value pride,
What will turn the tide?
As time passes short term wonders unmasked,
The time has come to take all to task,
Its not just about business,
The human wreckage tells the rest,
We have learned well,
Our children have been given the hard sell,
Make it while you can,
There can be no other plan,
Move on when the price is right,
Who cares about the business plight?
After all, its all about me,
Isn't that the corporate plea?
Author's Note: For those of that have not lived through a corporate purging, I have been through it more times than I care to comment on. It is why I wrote this. Missing the wave of cuts is almost as stressful as finding out that you are the one to go. Inevitably, the persons who are cut are base solely on the perceived costs of keeping that person employed, not the intrinsic value they add. That and businesses have still not realized or don't care what Mazlo said years ago, that people don't just work for the money, they work because the invest themselves personally in what they do. So when the ax comes, it becomes very personal to you, but its just business to the one pulling the plug, until it is there butt on the line.
Posted on 05/14/2004
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/14/04 at 02:07 PM|
exellent! This really speaks to me, having recently left a market research job where the way they treated humans was just as you describe. All for the numbers, the daily quota, no matter how hard a person tried, they were harassed and reminded how expendible they were. I lost the dollars, but not my esteem when I left. If they'd only treated us like people with feelings, productivity would have resulted much more lucratively. Kudos, I think it's a POTD to me.
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/14/04 at 02:08 PM|
of course I meant to put "excellent"