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
Comments
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 Queensland Australia 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 Unfortunately the machine is outdated and needs to be totally replaced with a more efficient model.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.
