Let us pass them, one by one, in, if not
Horror, genuine revulsion: our uncounted
Pashas. See them in their legislative offices,
The opaque fiefs of agencies and bureaucrats,
The august educators' realms, and countless
Corporate conference rooms. Almost all men,
Almost all white, and doggedly determined
To promote a rotting status quo, they rest their
Flabby buttocks on absurdly regal-looking
Chairs, and blink, as if disturbed from sleep,
As underlings pass in and out with papers
To be read or signed and beverages to drink.
Inert in spirit, yet nomadic, they do migrate
Comfortably through what might seem
Separate realms. The bureaucrat becomes
A teacher. Business leaders legislate. They
Meet and share the same stale jokes. They golf.
They radiate such pride in all they do
To reinforce what cannot be sustained.

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Written on 2022-01-10 at 16:57

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I love your poem, Lawrence. It is like this:
"Bureaucracies are inherently antidemocratic. Bureaucrats derive their power from their position in the structure, not from their relations with the people they are supposed to serve. The people are not masters of the bureaucracy, but its clients." [Alan Keyes]