The Great and Horrible Machines Called Government
Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.
The gnawing hunger...
Relentless and unforgiving
Withering and weakening
Tiny bodies...
Outstretched hands
Eyes wide
Disoriented...
No second chances
Only suffering
Mothers...
Tearful begging
And still nothing
Workers...
Driven to produce
By faceless overlords
The Great Machines...
Communism
Socialism
Slavery...
Corporations
Government
Now the same beast....
A coat of many colors
With a singular face
Surrender...
A noble gesture
When none other remains
Merciful...
A final release
For some
As one falls...
Another fills the space
Production doesn’t slow
Day after day...
Night after night
Time without meaning
© 2019 Ralph Schwartz
