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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade of the entrepreneur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the way to the office<br>Jacaranda trees are flowering, <br>here and there some people stop me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">asking for a cigarette, <br>some want a Rand or two<br>and the day is very bright after the night of pleasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are smoke fumes curling into the air at Iscor, <br>a train passes groaning on the track, <br>while machines are whining unendingly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girl at reception smiles at me<br>and bend over so that I see her well-proportioned breasts<br>before she blushes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">men with white helmets and white coats<br>rush into my office<br>and quickly I give attention to figures and sketches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">until everything around us suddenly goes silent, <br>a thunderous bang whips somewhere in the factory<br>and somebody screams hysterical</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I run quickly<br>to where smoke clouds are rising, <br>where people in confusion are talking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A worker has been killed, has been shocked dead<br>by a machine of which I had drawn up the plans<br>and other employees are seperated from him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear cuts right through me<br>that a medical doctor will have to come<br>and that I will have to avoid him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immediately I make corrections to the machine, <br>that nobody can lay a finger on me, <br>before he gets attention and I am calmer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and to his wife I will say that he was stupid, <br>had gone against guidelines, <br>did not want to fit into the company’s plans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The employees are astounded from shock<br>where they are standing talking<br>but work on, separated from each other</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while ambulance men take the body away<br>and the doctor and I have a conversation<br>about negligence and he does not raise any more questions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That afternoon I drown my worries<br>at the local pub<br>and feel weak and tired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The days rush past<br>while the factory is running well<br>but in the evenings the killed employee haunts me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">until I cannot take it anymore<br>hear voices, see faces and cut my own wrists<br>and see blood splashing in all directions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where I come to my sense in a mental institution, <br>people with white jackets gather around me<br>with their faces hidden behind masks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and other patients are separated from me<br>where I am tied down to a bed, <br>before a doctor pushes a lever and I am shocked by electricity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and fear now goes right through me<br>when some more medical personnel and doctors appear<br>and I want to avoid them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but get some more electric shocks<br>and yesterday, the day before that and the other day all evaporate<br>and I am free of all my worries</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and my soul is stripped away, <br>I scarcely know who and what I am, <br>when somebody tries to talk to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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On the way to the office
Jacaranda trees are flowering, 
here and there some people stop me

asking for a cigarette, 
some want a Rand or two
and the day is very bright after the night of pleasure.

There are smoke fumes curling into the air at..."></div>
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