Machines Poem by Salman Sayeed

What can be as strong as this
What can be as powerful as this
Huge monster using its skill
Moving its iron muscles at our will
Sweating out oils as it toils
The magic of labour cannot be spoiled
Long and shining arms of metal rods
Moving boulders yet so gentle
The sure fingered rods that never miss
Watching it work is bliss
Slave of man with no other need
Without any fatigue working as per our wish
It lives to earn its masters bread
For its maker profits it adds
What can be as obediant as this
What can be as loyal as this