Wheat in the Grainery

Wheat in the Grainery

O the stupidity of bureaucracy

The mendacity and monotony

With its tendency toward autocracy

And condescending snobbery

Conditioning thoughtless lobotomy

On the masses in chicanery

Till from the grave with lilting melody

Muffled voices cry in harmony

To the headless horsemen of plenary

You shovel dirt and filth and sod o’er me

With head down as wheat in the grainery

Be ye not dismayed with the foolery

Rather look on it like a magic serendipity

Serving not the masters of inefficiency

Conversely, employed in a congenial reality

Extending a hand to forgotten needy humanity

To thankful friend, community and family

Unto One, who shouldered man’s brutality

Sheltering us from our certain mortality

Thus enobled and contented, we engage our capacity