Praying to the corporate god
On an early sunny Monday morning
On the square before the prodigious temple
The neophytes assembled
chanting the company’s paean
All coveting to become hierophants
exalting Jacob’s career ladder
Subjugating to the corporate rites
their soul’s voice abdicated
Proselytizing the mentally vagrants
subterfuge no stranger to them
‘T is nothing but their predilection
for never starting the longest journey
from the head to the heart
BB
Brilliant Bertil!!!