The Sclerotic Machine Poem by snigdha rajesh

What do the capitalists think?
Are we their sclerotic machine?
To be exploited and discarded,
After maximum use.

Palatial buildings, bungalows they live,
We in huts or on the streets,
All are independent they say, why then,
We live to work and they work to live.

Think , why these differences so wide,
Who ought to be blamed, it is we,
Who allow to be exploited,
And indeed they bleed us white.

Even the inanimate machines,
Do fight for genuine rights,
Through gas leaks and pollution,
Repaying their debt in death and danger.

Even the machines take revenge,
Why should not we,
For rights we deserve,
In a democratic conclave.