Messengers of Apathy

A wingless bird on a sturdy flight,

A handsome roar to an ugly sight,

A painless tear to a stinging plight,

A shield of ruse to unreasonable height.

We, the Messengers of Apathy,

We scream, we swear, we bite.

Quantum Dole

As we strive to maximize the pittance that rolls one's way,

A bidding happens with another, doling out quantum pays;

Too tight one clasp, too loose the other hold,

Too meager a mean, too eager a soul.

And farewells are a part of life at every door,

"It comes, it goes", everyday the same show.

To fight the journey of the come and go, a probe,

A minor break, in a major flow.

A tale too heard, a tale much told,

A moment of peace, a moment of hope.