Modern Office Injustice

The impertinence of the modern office And all those who carry out injustice Has contributed to him losing his Mojo Now he bears no interests in the joys of London Soho He has only tears and sorrow Saving his strength for tomorrow And don't ask him if he is boozing Nor ask him if he is cruising Only his disappointment is right now oozing Has he lost his Mojo? Has he lost his drive? Or lost his glow because of negative flows? Has he lost his instincts to survive? And the answer is 'No, No and No' Don’t take his silence as a knockdown blow Justice will come even though it is sometimes slow We read it and we see it each day on television The fight, a repeated rehearsal and revision of editions When the strong become momentarily weak The weak gain strength that makes you feel sick You've countless nights when you can't sleep The only question that is pondering on his lips Is, has he lost his Mojo? Has he lost the will? Will this feeling of hate grow? When will justice itself instill? Who knows how the story goes! The impertinence of the modern office I say 'Shame to all those Who partake in carrying out injustice! ' Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi