A great corporation has no face
No conscious to guide it
Only those of meager men
Who may bring their pettiness
Their hatreds, their idols
To the field of dreams
Where men toil day to day
To retain a living standard
A security amid the chaos
Eking out a living
Juggling debts and credits
A daily task to be whole
If a big business loses traits
Integrity, compassion, fairness
From top to bottom it will die
As if a toxic vine that chokes
The strength from a mighty tree
That towered high and mighty
So a single soul of caring
Can reverse the effect of evil
That manifests itself blindly
In the faceless mediums electronic
A realm that easily is overcome
In the twinings of apathy
I glimmer of good faith
Kind words and understanding
Have no tangible cost to list
But their value is priceless
In those who maintain its might
For those who depend upon longevity