Meat Machine

production line of the disposable

Born to be fodder to keep all the order,

die to defend an idea with no end.

Loved by many,forgotten by more,

we are raised in the heart of the meat machine.

Take the enemy you cannot see,

take the lives you cannot be.

Do as your told for 800 a month,

we are raised in the heart of the meat machine.

The tears will flow,they will never reflect,

born into a world,lost and bereft.

Reviews

[Matt Sayer]

Raised for slaughter, bred to sate the hunger of those deemed "superior". If we try to escape the killing floor we hit the electric fence, fried young and tender. Your reflection of the bureaucracy of life is brutally perceptive, and I found the line "take the enemy you cannot see" especially chilling. A powerful piece. Well done!

[Bob Sherunkle]

Matt,thanks man.Much appreciated.Unfortuantly,thhe majority are too blind to see this.Thanks again.

[Master K-tops]

This is very strong. What a great poem! I loved the theme and the way the whole body is written.

[Bob Sherunkle]

Many thanks K-tops,much appreciated!

[Mockingbird]

conveys despair, disillusionment and jadedness. excellent piece.

[Christoph]

Powerful and clever, and would make a killer song. 'Do as your told for 800 a month' is one of those lines that is appropriately blunt and feels harsh enough in this context to drive the point home. Great work.

[David Burke]

This is a good example of the society we are raised into, no one wants help only destroy you did a very good job with this well done

[Bob Sherunkle]

Hey Ryan,thanks man.Thanks for reading.I'm going to work through your work next couple of days.

[David Burke]

you're welcome lol I like reading peoples work it's like being invited to see their soul and the world they live in

[Bob Sherunkle]

It is,I'm saving your work to my reading list as we type.Signing off soon..(time difference!) later man.

[David Burke]

later man, hope you enjoy it

[Rachelle]

True that many are born and bred but we are all gifted with a heart and head. Neither sheep nor lemmings were we meant to be. Each of us is born with a different spark - each a small world to touch other small worlds or destroy them. The choices we make determine what we want to be. The system is not the end. It cannot make choices for us unless we allow it to. An individual can be born into a world, lost and bereft, but you cannot let it define you. The decision is always there to take it as a lemming or to work on yourself to become the light for others.

[Bob Sherunkle]

That was a poem in itself!wonderful

[Rachelle]

Thank you, sir! I did not realize it...

[Coyote Poetry]

I read a Jack London story. He stated a similar ideal as in your poem. Men are just meat. No control and will rot one day. Best way to control a country. Low wages and no opportunities. A outstanding poem. I like the complete poem.
Coyote

[Bob Sherunkle]

Many thanks,meat machine is a business that will never go under,as long as they can keep casting their spell.Thanks for reading

[Raymond Federle]

As a child of the 70's I think I see where your coming from here. It makes me think of those family members that served with distinction between 1964 and 1975. Well done sir.

[Bob Sherunkle]

He Raymond,War is a big theme in thsis.Many thanks for taking the time

[Jay Steitler]

I immediately thought, warfare or working poor. Broke my heart either way . Like the others I think its a sad truth. The best way to deal with it is to repeat, "It is, what it is". Otherwise you go crazy.

[Bob Sherunkle]

Hi Jay,yes war is a relentless machine,and our young men and wooman are the meat.Thanks for reading

[Nathan HUelsbeck]

hell yes, tops man!! love the second stanza!

[Bob Sherunkle]

Hi Nathan,many thanks! Kind words