Vindictive Boss

 

Hey You, who do you think you Are?

You come in here to rule us or make War?

We welcomed you as we would welcome a King,

We thought you would bring into our lives, Spring.

 

Since the day, you sat your high throne,

Not Spring, but have been through only Cyclones.

We smiled at you, shared our feelings with you,

But you just categorized us, in your Pisces View.

 

You regarded us seniors, as thieves or fools,

You felt that we were not hard working, so you made your own rules,

You shifted us from our comfort zone,

To various corners, we were thrown.

 

You eyed our riches, which through hard work, we collected,

You cared not to see the truth, in black, you had us painted.

You took away our rightful fruits,

You uprooted us from our roots.

 

We were barred from asking any question,

You glared at us and made us frighten.

You felt we were old and useless,

And you showed us that you were heartless.

 

You went about enjoying our kingdom view,

You recruited inside, newbies as your own privileged crew.

They only had a piece of polished paper,

But you treated them as gold, Us, as rusty silver.

 

You changed the rules, you cut all our perks,

You even taught your crew, to treat us like jerks.

You were determined to make us suffer,

The more we cried, the more you made things tougher.

 

You are misled by a few idiots,

Who used your shoulder to shoot their bullets,

You listened to the gossip of tainted saints,

On us, you placed heavy restraints.

 

You are not the Owner, just a temporary Leader,

You undermine our work, and call us Losers,

You have ears,  eyes and smiles, only for your blue-eyed,

You care not if we cried or even died.

 

Don’t you have humanity in your heart?

Being Kind is the best of all Arts.

Pointing mean fingers may be your Style,

It only shows, that you and your companions are Vile.

 

We have struggled to reach the top and achieve our goal,

You are highly experienced,  grudged no one, from our soul.

We may have made small mistakes, but don’t deserve Hell,

Who are you to punish us, even God is more forgiving,

Whatever you do onto us, will come back, with a sharp sting.

 

You reap what you sow,

And by the sweat of our Brow,

We pray to Almighty God, for Mercy,

God will surely be kind and listen to our plea.

 

Tomorrow when you are gone, forever from our Sight,

Your actions will return to you, to Bite.

Our life will go on, God is Here,

He will wipe our tears and bring back our Cheer.

 

When you have to go and leave us all, Behind,

People will only remember, when you were Kind,

So if you want to be remembered with Smiles,

Undo your wrong deeds,  with the people Reconcile.