ADMINISTRATORS

They smile when you perform,
With well-worn smiles,
They pat your backs with rehearsed sincerity.
They seem to be thankful.

But when it’s time to be fair,
They hide behind thick-screened silences,
They conveniently forget,
They fear being tagged ‘partial’.

In the planet of cutthroat wolves,
The lambs are taught not to slog.
Those with clout are rewarded,
Deceit and cunning, their qualifiers.

If you play fair, you are down and out,
Rewards are selective punishments
Incentives, instruments of oppression,
Only false pretences win you the day.

C.DEEPESH


STAFF ROOM

Every morning we meet
With smiles and beaming faces
And then begin to gossip,
Entwining ourselves in the rich gossamer
Of irrelevant chatter.
We make loud noises,
Shuffle feet and beat on tables.
We roar, we bleat, we laugh,
We hurl rough words about each other.
Our hearts bleed, we suffer.
We leave with a heaving sigh of relief.
And return yet again with beaming smiles.

C.DEEPESH