Nobody will be surprised, those
who will learn. Many will not, wouldn't
care if would find out. It's not their
fault, it was never their duty, to step up.
Theirs was to flow past, unacknowledging,
or to climb onto the theatre stage,
as acts were repeated with the same
well-rehearsed indifference,
and offering of perfunctory hope
the script demanded must be thrown,
like a bone lacking meat, for there
was nothing else. A mere earning
of a salary didn't mean they should
care or give a changing performance.
It was not what they were paid for.
Who thought otherwise was a fool.
07.03.2024
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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