Your Poetry Dot Com

The machine has evolved!
Shifting into higher gear,
New tasks appear.
On line time increased,
Down time, deceased.
At what aim?
Staying maintained?
Entertained?
Or contained?
For richer or poorer?
Or selling my soul,
At a higher price,
For a lower cause!
But the machine,now overworked,
Overwhelmed, and underpaid,
Loses all the momentum,
It's hard work has made.
Man made objects, on a
Man forsaken planet,
Equival not my state of mind,
Spirit, or self!
Yet I continue to
Worship a system
That is unholy,
A complete folly!
Oh! what a world of
Greed and dividends!
Where odds play
Million to one.
And no one wins,
Except the blind.
The careless,
Ambitious ones!
It suddenly confuses me,
Surely, it's killing me.
Ever slow and painfully,
Without regret, emotionlessly -
This system!
Soon enough I realize,
All to whom I've turned,
Brainwashed by a system,
Fit only now to burn!
It must be stopped,
We must abort!
Erase, unplug,
Restart, resort,
To love and peace,
Equality!
Learning to live,
Through unity.
Only then will we be free!
Only then can we be we!

This poem is Copyright © Jason_Robert_Britt