The Human Machine

Work
Till the sun drifts
Down
Ignore the painful
Pitiful sounds
Of those who
Need your help
Finely oiled monotony
Emotions tainted by
Insincerity
Stab a back
Here and there
Shed a tear
But never care
Hold a hand
And a knife
Never treasure
Human life
Metallic echoes
Resounding through
The hollow heart of
The Human Machine
Glue on a grin
Slip on concern
Pretend to listen
To a “friend”
Give a little
Take it all
Always forget to
Love
Never learn
For what the soul does
Yearn
Never let your thoughts
Be freed
And above all
Never cease to
Be a
Machine
For if you do
What will you be
When
You don’t break down and
Rust away
Like the rest of
Humanity?

-Megan M. Phillips

 

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