The Machine Poem by Alessandra Liverani

Facelessly, soullessly, mindlessly it proceeds
Twisting, crushing, destroying as it feeds
Deceiving, distorting, always trying to mislead
Its motion potion unadulterated high octane greed

Travelling incognito, its true purpose a charade
Camouflaged, concealed, a dark and grubby masquerade
For it full well knows society does not like its real crusade
Of placing sons and daughters into a miserable downgrade

Unthinkingly, unseeingly, senselessly it desecrates
Our people and our planet it willingly contaminates
Selling a product which everybody hates
Too bad Big Tobacco can still everywhere lay its baits