The Unspoken cry

Under the scorching sun
The walk made him sweat
Unwilling feet moved with laboured deft

Hardly managing the dangling heft
The only way to save whatever money left

So gapping was his societal rift
He felt embarrassed even to ask for a lift

With forced obedience ; Trained brilliance
Tuned performance; under heedless guidence
He had many a thing to fake a balance

Thoroughbred at notorious asylems  to succeed
From the invisible shackles he was never freed

Tailor made lack of confidence
A poster child of societal influence

An imitation of someone his parents copied with reverence
thrown into the hostile world searching his relevance

Induced with qualifications thoughtlessly agreed
Unsuspectingly indoctrinated into faulty breed

Impatiently counting on luck to lead
He saw hoards like him fighting the same need

Their skills judged redundant and routine
They were all fit for a job just taken away by a machine

Anger anxiety disappointment and guilt
Realising how futile the effort over a decade they built

Retreated the victimized restless desperate mob
with pieces of papers in hand and a suppressed sob