Executive Annexation Strategy

The clerks were collapsing with strain,
And wrote down a record of pain,
But the ruler decreed,
It was nothing to read,
And placed it where shadows remain.

The ledger of sorrow and sweat,
Was filed in a drawer we forget,
The primary page,
Shows no anger or rage,
Just an absence of worry or debt.

We bound up the volume with care,
And hid all the weeping down there,
On page forty-seven,
Far from the heaven,
Where leaders pretend it is fair.

The metrics of absolute dread,
Were moved to the back to be read,
By no one at all,
In the quietest hall,
Where all the bad tidings are dead.

We didn’t destroy any fact,
We kept the sad numbers intact,
But placed them behind,
Where no one would find,
The terrible cost of the act.