Today I hold your life in my hands
Half a hundred prayers sent in the ether
Words analysed annotated and dehumanised.
Naught but numbers across the screen
You have no name no family no history
Only your answers tallied in our matrices.
Will you be selected for a chance in grace
Will you interview well when we see your face
Or are you just a number that the system will replace?
I despise this task.
Today I loathe myself.
So many prayers I must deny.
Half a hundred prayers sent in the ether
Words analysed annotated and dehumanised.
Naught but numbers across the screen
You have no name no family no history
Only your answers tallied in our matrices.
Will you be selected for a chance in grace
Will you interview well when we see your face
Or are you just a number that the system will replace?
I despise this task.
Today I loathe myself.
So many prayers I must deny.
