[Intro]

Forty names in forty rows.
Green means full and red means low.
Victor points and Leon nods:

"Optimize the human slots."

[Verse]

You call it "capacity" at nine,
a coloured fraction on a line.
You want the spark by half past ten,
then ask where all the trust has been.
You price Maya "point eight three,"
as if her hands were inventory.
You file Jonas "under-used"—
first on the pager, last excused.

[Pre-Chorus]

A worker is not idle space.
A number cannot hold a face.
No cell can show the hours endured
when every question stays deferred.

[Chorus]

People are not resources,
not fuel to burn and then replace.
We carry memory and judgement—
courage you could never place.

[Verse]

The spreadsheet says the load is light,
the screen stays green through every night.
It never saw the pager's call,
or Nina staying through the fall.
It cannot hear a junior ask
if breaking means she failed the task.
A hundred percent on every name
is not a triumph—it's a flame.

[Pre-Chorus]

You want commitment, not consent.
You want each hour already spent.
Pressed beneath a sealed machine,
the bearings grind and go unseen.

[Chorus]

People are not resources,
not numbers marching into line.
You cannot weigh the thing we carry
on the balance of your design.

[Heavy Breakdown]

No ranking.
No sorting.
No names in red.

No weekend burned
to hide the choice you made.

No story points
beside a name.

No human life
reduced to blame.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]

If you need a word for "people,"
use the names they answer to.
If you need a word for "failure,"
name the ones who signed it through.

[Final Chorus]

People are not resources.
We are not your reserve supply.
We build, remember, doubt and question—
we trade in truth, and not a lie.
Any system built by people
must give them room to breathe, or die.

[Outro]

sah-BEEN drew the sentence wide
across the board from side to side.
The room went still. The marker dried.

People are not resources.