The combats of ego.. pulsing through the walls.
As each elevator chimes its arrival, new faces laced with false smiles enter and exit as they grind their brains with the newest way to exploit one for money.
Even as the paycheck comes sweeping into the direct deposit account, it is laced with silent bombs of obedience and trickery.
Truth and honor are words forgotten in corporate settings. Money and missions replace the Code of ethics and morality. That is what is lurking in the meetings…subliminal preaching of non ethical debauchery of ones soul.
I find myself at a standstill with these foxes sniffing around my desk. Do they want to kill me or exploit me, chain me down or spit me out. I am confused as to who is the friend and who is the spy; adjusting my work so that is fits the parameters of a slave. A slave for what I ask? they are paying me. But they are also suffocating me of my voice, my talent, my passion to communicate a through-line of honesty and integrity. Their smiles persuade me at times, their so called ‘help’ inspires me every so often. But the pang in my gut haunts me in the halls and stares at me as I pass their windows, waving my hand to seek their approval and all they do in return is force a smile to let me pass by.
What is this war against the egos? Is it a battle of property; who gets to control me, who gets to seduce me, who gets to fire me?
Or is a battle of domination. Who gets to enforce the rules into me and ultimately who gets to claim my victory?
The eyes of these corporate soldiers are hollow with fear. Squinting to see who the next victim is or who is the next prey.
Everyone is on no-ones side and all they know how to do is play with the emotions and bodies of innocent women and children.
The mentality of our youthful hunger to be fed and to stay warm. They smell us from the wings; as we walk in with our innocence and ideals. And we stay true. Some of us are lost in the battle and get captured by the other side, some of us are bloodied on the sidelines as our weaknesses or strength is caught by the enemy. And some of us stay crouched low in the barracks; watching the corruption as tears stream down our face in the demise of truth, valor and honor.
So who wins? It must be the victory of God who decides. And as -Elie Wiesel said, “There are victories of the soul and spirit. Sometimes, even if you lose, you win”.
So stay true young soldiers of truth! Let the persistence of your spirit reign over all. Let the proclamation of your truth be your victory, even if you are killed in the battle. For in the end, only the children of God win in this corporate warfare.