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Bureaucracy
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I am grieved To the depths of my soul. I hear cries that surround me Calling for an end to bureaucracy. And I must ask, What is bureaucracy? But a dark chasm in which The mindless The gutless The timid And the tyrant can hide. I see the world crumbling, wavering, Toppling under its own weight. I would like to help I would like to be able to say only, “This is not necessary”. But the organization mutes The sounds before they escape. All around I hear many |
Uttering the same cry, No, not many, all But the muting overwhelms even The roar of all. What is the motive of the muting? If all wished to be heard What can the muting be but A thing unto itself? For itself? I sit upon high And even here I cannot see The nature of the muting. Efficiency? Only as an empty voice That bespeaks of pursuing That which it hates. |