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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


No second chances

Only suffering


Tearful begging

And still nothing


Driven to produce

By faceless overlords

The Great Machines...






Now the same beast....

A coat of many colors

With a singular face


A noble gesture

When none other remains


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


Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 01, 2019:

Very expressive and very well said

Dale J Ovenstone from South Wales UK on October 26, 2019:

I love this poem and so expressive, and can relate to.

Thanks for sharing

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 26, 2019:

Very well expressed, Ralph. The Government is really just like a machine that just goes right on doing the same thing no matter who is in control of it. Unfortunately the machine is outdated and needs to be totally replaced with a more efficient model.

Malik S Canty from Brooklyn, NY on October 25, 2019:

Your words carry powerful images behind them...Well said my fellow poet!

Tia Miller from Arkansas on October 25, 2019:

This is a nice poem, and it's very descriptive. I liked this a lot.

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