The Machine

Slowly

With purpose

I push

against the machine........we’ve become.

This society of machines that feeds the wants

of an elite few.

Always I push, avoiding the gears that crush so many.

The careless ones

who don’t realize the trap thats been set.

Or who simply slipped, not seeing the danger,

or the truth.

Their ignorance of the trick that has been played on them,

until, dying, their folly becomes

all to apparent.

Ground to dust, like the rest who had become a part of the machine.

Caught and assimilated before they knew,

or could see what would be their life

and their undoing.