Duty, honour, country poem


(Sonnet-Petrarchan-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

When power frowns at the tight deadline claim,
And staff resource for demand is so low,
Yet future staff retrenchment is to grow,
The workplace chaos then becomes aflame!

It is a place of bickering and blame,
Where altruism is too shy to show,
Where bullies, liars want the staff to bow,
Where truth and conscience sometimes hide in shame.

May God grant me the fortune to excel,
In jobs where conscience leads me to follow,
In circumstances people thought as hell.

My duty is to serve this country well,
With honour to pay back the debt I owe:
Australia has accepted me to dwell.

Image credit
by brett jordan.


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