When asked to do a task that one will fail,
And no-one else could possibly fail less,
To acquiesce and know one won’t prevail,
Will always hopes of better things depress.

When bearing blows for others is the norm,
Perceived a toll for traveling the road,
Conditioned thus, it seems to be bad form
To point out the disparity in load.

So when new leadership makes a request
On finding to what you’re habituated,
That one speak up when one is feeling stressed,
With dreams of normalcy one’s inculcated.

Alas, while old assumptions will persist,
The status quo and hope can’t coexist.