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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.

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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