Bleak is the moment
Ice is the air
Frosty with colleagues
Too much to bear
Comfort zone pulled
From under our feet
Jobs are now missing and obsolete
Tired are our heads
Weary our trust
Comfy at the top
No worries of loss
Ground down are the workers
No steam left
Where does it leave u?
Without much choice
Unless we claim back
The years we may loose
If we don’t see the light
Don’t take a chance
Stop being used, down trodden and glum
NO more despair, hope fills the air
Time for a change, smile for the new
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