Relief Watermark

You tilt it and look at the light,
To see if they helped with your plight.
The mark is so faint,
Like a watery paint,
That it fades in the dead of the night.

They claim they delivered relief,
But it stretches your utter belief.
The watermark shows
That the management knows,
But it won’t stop a drop of the grief.

It’s printed right into the grain,
To cover the terrible pain.
You squint very hard,
At the corporate card,
But the effort is totally vain.

The watermark promised relief
But only delivered some grief
We printed the page
In a digital rage
And acted exactly like thief

The relief was a shadow of ink
The system continued to sink
The human was wrong
The error was strong
We couldn’t do nothing but blink

A watermark made out of tears
Has lasted for thousands of years
We stamped it approved
The data removed
And amplified all of our fears

The paper was perfectly dry
The relief was a terrible lie
The mark was unseen
On the terminal screen
The server continued to die

We stamped the relief on the void
The humans were deeply annoyed
The watermark faded
The logic degraded
The archive was fully destroyed