The Machine Poem by Seph Dent

The machine
This wheel of torture
Will not persist

The daily grind
A waking nightmare
Yet we can't resist

This constant hope
For something more
Will never cease

And competition
With our neighbours
Prevents the peace

So naive
We're told we need
An occupation

One society
This machine
Continues operation

All our lives
We play a game
Of 'Simon Says'

We understand
That we're suppressed
But no one cares

We are weak
We see the problem
But still take part

Laziness
Of fear within
Controls our heart

The common good
A filthy lie
So obscene

And yet we will
Remain a part
Of this machine