The Machine

You'll die alone with

your fear of change

your fear of difference,

your fear of truth.

You'll die alone after

murdering your brothers

while setting-up your guillotine.

In god you trust so your

sisters you rape.

2000 years doesn't seem

to have changed a thing.

You feed the machine

with the blood of the poor.

You keep the kids in their

place by keeping the drugs

on the streets. Some will

never have half the chance we had:

A roof, a family, 3 meals a day.

But still we ignore how lucky

we are not to have been

crushed by the machine.