Thursday, 29 July 2010
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By Oneal Walters Employer thinks:Employees beg for their jobs.Their pleas are nothingI replace them easily. I am production, operation.I sustain law through fear, through cursing. My tongue convicts anyone outside my order.I sentence families to weeks of starvation,I ruin lives through one phrase,“Don’t come back tomorrow.” I don’t dress differently. I blend in. They look for me, pretending to be activeBut when I am near, they flee my presence. I remove all smiles. All talking ceases.This one, I hate his face He smiles under my protection.I hear that he refuses to fear me.He chats to other employees And when I arrive. He continues. This one does not turn and fleeHe inspires and creates smiles. I look directly at himTo deflate his strength.He stares with greater determination.I must take his spiritI’ll crush it in my hand. I speak to him, face to faceMy harshest words I say to him.He talks back! He demands respect.Other employees arrive like insects, So I dismiss him. I abolish all inspiration.He answers again! He demands fairness.His spirit shines in my presence.
 From The Age Begins by Oneal Walters, available at http://www.myspace.com/onealwalters
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