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Poetry

La Machine Infernale

Kevin Rodricks

This accursed machine that we all feed,
It groans and moans and bellows with glee

It feeds on dread and misery,
While a few sit atop it lavishly

A wretched thing it is indeed,
This stygian thing of most foul deeds

It thrives on life and produces wealth
And every day it eats well

It eats souls
It eats lives
It eats dreams
It feasts on pride


It will one day devour this world whole
Crushing brilliant dreams untold

And why, pray tell is this beast so baleful?
Why he’s the system that makes the corporate realm so grateful

It eats love and packages hate
It takes passion and fate
And pronounces every devious jester great

It props up fools in the place of kings
And sells dreams to all wretched things

It creaks and groans and mutters with glee
This burgeoning apostle of malady

War and pain and drought and bounty
No time is safe when on the march for glory

And today is no different, sir, no, sir
We will feed the beast with our minds so scoured

From lowest serf to highest saint
The machine will leave it’s maleficent taint

Zounds, it is time to put this thing to rest!
Tear down the contraption and bury the rest
A system that serves none is devious at best
Screw the shareholders and rip it out by the chest

We need the beast no longer to stand on our feet
We march to our own tune, you would best believe

Feed the thing no longer,
It’s not worth your life

Walk out into the sunlight
Now is your time



-Kevin C. Rodricks

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