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Poem by Danno
Behold the sound of the drum beat
And see the multitude march onward
Onto oblivion
At the words of elders
They proceed
To be regimented
To be quantified
To be classified
To be briefed and debriefed
To be counted
To be thrown into the modulator
And forged into white balloons
Coupled together
Given jobs
And children
Behold them slip away
With starry eyes
Set on options
And pecuniary matters
Lost in institutions
Spending years in training
For the day shift
Moloch, cry I,
What have you done?
Is this all in vain?
Yet no answer comes
No answer comes
No answers come
One by one they enter the combine
Entering with the greatness of innocence
Exiting with shades of mediocrity
All cogs in the machine
All bricks in the wall
All spokes on the wheel
Components of a productive society
The machine
On it creaks
Pressing the many into the few
It's the same mold for the masses
Some are put through the centrifuge
Others are more easily subject to the form
Out they come, automatons
The wall
Forever it stands
Vast, unending, stretching into eternity
All points east, west, north, south and some new ones
Yet as fragile as it is tall
The wheel
It's a'turning on an' on
Flinging out flesh
Forming new lives
From the old
The same material used over and over
