Stopping by Triconex on a Rainy Evening
(with apologies to Robert Frost)
Who’s out sourcing? I think I know.
His office is in Foxboro though;
He will not hear me as I scream
To watch our valued IP go.
The little voice inside of me
Is wondering what the plan could be.
How can we bet our future on
The country with the lowest fee?
To build it safe, we’ve fought that fight
We’ve always kept THAT end in sight.
On some impoverished, far-off shore
Where is their will to do it right?
When safety turns on lowest pay,
And making quotas rules the day,
I’ve miles to go to get away,
I’ve miles to go to get away.
David Alan Hoag
October 19th, 2004
This poem is obviously a parody of Robert Frost’s famous poem (Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening). I wrote it to make a statement about the hidden dangers of out sourcing our critical Intellectual Property to other countries... half a world away.