In the corridors of whispered stress, Briefing notes pile, a paper mess. A budget bleeding red and raw, Dreams confined by fiscal law. Repatriations fan the flame, Stories of return, the same. Boiler issues hum and moan, A weary song to steel and stone. PRC meetings drone like bees, Buzzing 'round bureaucracy's trees. Management reviews, a ticking clock, Silent judges in the dock. Service disruptions steer the day, In their march, what paths do sway. Yet through the chaos, hope survives, In humble plans and working lives.