The Dogs Are Waiting
Before the first morning bell cues
the beginning of the rigid routine
The dogs wait at the doors
for the signal
to stalk the halls
Their gun stroking handlers
scan the crowd
looking to borrow trouble
Executives of conformity spin rules
into a constantly widening web
collecting casualties of policies
while bowing to a structure
that only serves itself
Being caught inside the unforgiving mechanics of a bureaucracy, whether it’s a job or some other public institution originally intended to help people (or designed to give the false impression of being helpful) means a constant battle to avoid being ensnared in a trap of unnecessary, potentially harmful rules. Progress is slow. Change, when it arrives, is often inadequate and lacking in equality. So many systems protect themselves instead of the people they were supposed to help.
The dogs are always waiting. Surviving the confines of a bureaucracy means a never-ending struggle to not be trapped and turned into a casualty of policy. Question everything and sow the seeds of disruption and change.