Machine [A 'Liberty Series' Poem]

**Stone X** · 01-01-2010

Machine
By Stone Bryson

From the moment of our first breath,
until the sweet release of death,
we are taught to serve and please,
sacrifice to other’s greed.
To be seen, not to be heard,
silent, still - not another word,
no behavior outside the norm,
private thought - maligned and torn.
Parental types and teachers smile,
preparing us to join the pile,
and once we’re groomed out of our dreams
they proudly feed us… to the Machine.

Government, business - organized faith,
mass produce spiritual rape,
combined into this Trinity,
they serve their egos selfishly.
They grease the wheels of servitude,
piece by piece destroying you,
eroding all that makes you strong,
until the spark of life is gone.
Trap you in the daily grind,
eradicating the heart and mind,
assuring you can’t eat or breathe
unless you go… though the Machine

They offer toys at the right price.
keeping us preoccupied,
for if we’re tranced we will not see
the tearing down of liberties.
Thin-green-line’s been worn away,
a slave’s a slave no matter where placed,
the gap’s more narrow than you thought,
‘tween those who have - and who have not.
The choice is there, not half but whole,
have less from them - retain your soul,
live on the fringe and be truly free
or grab success… and die in the Machine.

Original Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written October 2007

**Delphine** · 01-01-2010

Interesting, and well done, Stone. I truly hope, though, that you have not really succumbed to such hopelessness. I hope it is just one of your artistic views.

**Stone X** · 01-01-2010

Originally Posted by Delphine

Interesting, and well done, Stone. I truly hope, though, that you have not really succumbed to such hopelessness. I hope it is just one of your artistic views.

Oh, I most certainly have not 'succumbed,' sweet Ms. Delphine... and I certainly aimed for the artistic expression. Thank you for the kind words in that regard.

That noted, I do believe every word written here. I do not see it as hopelessness, though - just a warning that if we continue down the path we are on there will BE no escape. If we are willing to recognize the concerted effort, confront these PTB's through our thoughts and actions, and 'live on the fringe' (at least from an intellectual perspective) rather than buy into the illusion they have created for us... we can overcome them in our own limited way.