Cultural change is challenging
It really is the pits
No matter if you are happy to go along with it.
My workplace, it is changing
Better for – I believe – the rearranging
But every time they speak to us
I feel like I am squashed by a bus.
They talk about inclusion,
Of the power after a communication transfusion
Of banning negative comments,
Of censoring our brain contents,
Yet I am a natural pessimist
And they said I was an impressionist
My canvas – all new staffers
They focused on us as gaffers
But in the end what it comes down to
Is respecting other’s views
Respecting people are different
To accept that there are some who are ignorant
And accepting that some like to rant
What the they fail to see
Is that what I choose to be, is up to me.
My behaviour is their’s to censor
And they can appoint a mentor
Yet they elect to punish
Instead of dealing directly with the rubbish.