The Public Servant
The public servant as you know,
Is watched wherever he/she may go;
Though he/she be faithful all day long,
His critics still maintain he’s wrong.
He must be kind and courteous too,
In every job that he may do;
He must not speak an unkind word
Though folks to him may seem absurd.
The public make unfair demands,
But it’s the same in other lands;
They seldom give a word of praise,
And view with scorn a salary raise,
In extra work that he may do,
To help the many, not the few,
For this they seldom care a whit,
But say: “He’s getting paid for it.”
A public servant meets the man,
Who’d try to work some scheme or plan,
To seek his aid to gain renown;
Then be the first to turn him down.
Too often critics make remarks,
That wound their fellow-servant hearts;
Remember this, that great or small,
He’s only human after all.
Too oft we see the type of man
Who’d spoil some noble person’s plan;
But he who makes unfair attacks
True manly courage always lacks;
So would it not be better far
To view conditions as they are;
And weigh his actions one by one,
And judge the man by what he’s done.