A Taste of Unemployment

Out they come in their thousands Their hopes in their bags Expectations mill out in ecstacy At last orientation time is come -and then is gone. Now the hope is dashed Out in the den of the lion As the ever-ravenous predator Sucks in the unsespecting preys With the monster leering down on them. Now they trample the endless nooks Amidst the cities the endless streets Their shoes now lay in tatters As they finally beg for bread with the monster gleefully lurring them on. And the certificates in their bags? Ah!they lie in idleness Great ingenuities marooned in prisons The progenies of the light of the land Now unable to find the light As pretenders lay claim to their inheritance Yes,talents abound in them Lo,they have no godfather! yea,geniuses thrive among them Lo,they have no backbone -like lost pilotless ships In the midst of the raging storm. Yet,yearly the trumpets sounds And out in their thousands they come again To to take their turn in procession Like sheep awaiting the slaughter To have a go on the fat of the land -a taste of unemployment.