The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

In the glow of fluorescent lights, we toil, Each desk a fortress, each chair a soil, Where dreams are planted, hopes take flight, Yet shadows linger, dimming the light. Voices rise in the morning's hum, But some are silenced, their words go numb, A nod, a glance, a whispered sigh, Unseen battles, as time slips by. The clock ticks on, a relentless beat, Yet some climb ladders, while others retreat, Merit ignored, as favoritism reigns, A heavy burden, a weight of chains. The coffee breaks, a fleeting chance, To share a laugh, to join the dance, But whispers echo in the breakroom air, Of dreams deferred, of burdens to bear. A promotion promised, but never bestowed, While others ascend on a well-trodden road, The talent unrecognized, the effort unseen, In a world where the loudest are often the keen. Yet in the silence, a fire ignites, A spark of courage, a call to rights, For every voice that dares to speak, A chorus rises, strong and unique. So let us stand, united and ...