machines

 i do not know why i thought i would be valued

in that kind of labour

where they want someone to be as close as a machinery

all of that theatre of good conversations and laughing

trying to cool off the heavy environment

is nothing more than a fassade 

a mesmerizing skill that is called soft

because tecnically 'it comes from the heart'

althought is not demonstrated 

the very heart of it all

hungry and angry and never sleeping 

but people usually does not realize 

because they are used to grow

without complain in order to change 

about the minimum wage, actions and benefits 

(that we have to pay) most of the labours offers

without reclaim their rights and what they all really worth

in the matter, in their sweat

from the top to the end 

so unfortunately

when comes someone who is awake and alive in that dead middle

they are called crazy, revolted

only for trying to take off the blindfold of some individuals

for showing the entrails

this one of course will be criticized

even though they do an awesome work

it is not enough

because there you need to be locked up inside

or have already a cold hearted machine like

this individual will be removed from the enclosure

as if no one knew them and praised them before

no one is taught to fight for the other one

most times nor for themselves

to love and take care of is not on the regular menu

it is like a top request

and you need, somehow, to pay an expensive value for that

the hard and naked truth is

you will not be valued on your job as you should be

in one week,

everyone is giving you gifts and sweets and caring

on the other,

everyone is seeing you crying for having to leave

and they do nothing about it

just accepting the fact is less painful - for them

and saying out loud for it to become a truth:

"she asked for it"

"they gave her a job and she could not keep her mouth shut"

"she should be more compliant"

superiors and companies do not change

that's definitely something right

standing still in time

destroying what is left of the pile that was not ruined completely yet

only when shaken by time do they add something modern

masquerading as attention to distract us

from the environment in which we spend most of our days

tired but carrying on

that's what they give

and if you complain or even suggest something better,

gets kicked out without a second thought

look at the year we're in

seems like an illusion

for we should be much more up-to-date with the truth that surrounds us

however what we are taught

can come to us shouted, whispered,

on the landscapes before our eyes

- or any sign it may wear -

is not seen until the quicksand embraces us pulling us down

although that is the moment when many have actually become

only

machines.