Note to Bureaucrats

by Sylvia Stevens
I see those pretty folders
stacked behind your files
Filled with all the things I've sought,
And rights for which I've vainly fought.
I see the teeth behind your smiles.
Guard your manger, Puppies!
From hungry horse's call.
You shall not stop the granary mice!
We'll get past you once more or twice,
And make the knowledge free for all!
You with names and histories
Of daughters sons and wives,
Stored in drawers and databases -
To you, we're numbers... only cases,
Fight us for your jobs. We're fighting for our LIVES!
"Nil Carborundum Illigit"
So goes the witty line around.
We've seen the phrase and heard the snickers
Aimed at passing bumperstickers.
WelL.. WE'RE the bastards who will WEAR YOU DOWN!
October 1996
Nil Carborundum Bureaucratum!

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