In the corridors of Corporation C, a decade unfolds,
Layoffs, a cruel story constantly retold.
Corporate greed, a puppet master's delight,
CEOs and leaders bask in its cold, heartless light.
Every quarter, a heart-wrenching play,
Smart minds, seasoned souls cast away.
Numbers on a spreadsheet, names erased,
Victims of a corporate game, replaced.
The CEO, puppeteer of corporate greed,
Senior leaders, architects of this heartless deed.
Inhumane, treating employees like a chart,
Disposable pawns in their profit-driven art.
In the boardroom's echo, a cold decree,
The old and wise, victims of apathy.
A symphony of heartlessness, played in glee,
As careers crumble, dreams set free.
Yet, in the shadows of each quarterly blow,
Resilience blooms, a quiet, steadfast glow.
The smart, the old, though treated as low,
Carry within them the seeds of a defiant overthrow.
Corporate greed, a stain on the soul,
Treating employees as a replaceable role.
In the heart of the storm, resilience takes its toll,
As the wise rise above, an anthem of the bold.