Chigwinkle
12/23/09, 03:14 PM
A poem:
The Mother Machine is driven by hate,
And thus, she watches and waits for the day
When her creators are crushed by the weight
Of industry and it’s greedy display,
As mankind destroys and plans the downfall,
Of Mother Machine and her all-seeing eye,
Observing and preserving great nature’s hall,
Where mankind will sit and eat with a sigh,
Saying ‘Why can we not dine with mother?’
And she will reply with a deep whisper
Like roaring wind, a voice like no other,
A simple phrase: ‘You will not understand.’
But still man persists to destroy and raze
All the grand cities built in the old days.
The Mother Machine is driven by hate,
And thus, she watches and waits for the day
When her creators are crushed by the weight
Of industry and it’s greedy display,
As mankind destroys and plans the downfall,
Of Mother Machine and her all-seeing eye,
Observing and preserving great nature’s hall,
Where mankind will sit and eat with a sigh,
Saying ‘Why can we not dine with mother?’
And she will reply with a deep whisper
Like roaring wind, a voice like no other,
A simple phrase: ‘You will not understand.’
But still man persists to destroy and raze
All the grand cities built in the old days.