Machine Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Engine, whose fuel is greed,
Gears, that crush being,
vulcanised tubes pumping nutrients,
and toxic enzymes used to digest identity;
Polymeric and networked,
to produce programmed breeds.

Levers, that reave,
Blades, that cut deep,
and an algorithm, killing humanity,
operating at different layers,
Categorising and replicating,
with a reserve force on disposal,
and its brutal crank,
Grinds, using fear and bigotry.

Wires, in and out of rooms,
carrying pulsating currents,
to promote slavery,
Dignity suppressed, and freedom oppressed;
Deafening noise it produces,
on its evening screen,
followed by a routine:
Pipelines, that carry noxious wastes,
Through sewers filled with grease.