Isn’t this profession like a bloody war?
Where constant battles are fought
Cruelty and violence is the essence
And mercy and kindness are strangers
In this arena of deceit without
defence!
In the race for the coveted throne
Morals are locked up in dark dungeon
Their competitors they can readily
trip
And shove them into dirty ditches
Like whores they shamelessly strip!
Nay, worse they are inclined to chop
off
the legs of their co-runners close
This profession so prominently cruel
Terms itself, social service the
noblest
You find sometimes a rare debating
duel!
In this job of soulless selfishness
Selfless you can surely be like your
fathers
But you can’t, you may not be allowed
As you walk the way at night or in
daylight
Alert , yet by violence you could be
swallowed!
Your eyes watching your front and sides
and your ears cocked up for any
rustle
For any whisper from behind unseen
You need additional pairs of guard eyes
With hands toting guns loaded and
mean!
Xavier Bage
Thursday, March 22, 2018
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