Cowed into silence by a draconian voice,
He seethes and bites his tongue.
The monster’s words yield no respect,
Only bitter resentment from the young.
Belittle and ridicule for amusement,
Not for efficiency or order.
The dwindling days ‘til exodus means
Time for honing a legacy grows shorter.
No one wants the beast to die,
Just its atrocious behavior.
But if fading away is what they get,
No one’ll bother to become its savior.
