bound and gagged
Silent whispers huddling in thy corner
gestures of pain and of torture
In the circle of there coven
see them writing, nothing Is spoken.
Questions are asked In my direction
the answers I give, now I need protection
they look at one another as though It was wrong
only a matter of time, and il be gone.
Work as a team as policy reads
no real need to be too friendly
work states to be professional at all times
but if your not in the loop, you have already committed a crime.
I have seen good colleagues suspended
while investigations go on behind the scene's
only to discover things that's they could not possibly have done
running's of the tongue, within the circle of the coven.
Killing the tree that bears fruit
see It wither and die
watching them ridicule everyone
loving death over life.
Only to find others following them
maybe a sacrifice
just to stay employed
pretending to be nice.
Whatever the case I rest my case
I will never surrender
everyone will hear my story
and have the whole picture.
Hours are deposited Into the bank
they expect us to work all month, and then give thanks
all that trouble for minimum wage
only to discover I'm their monkey, locked In there cage.
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