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.

[Bob Sherunkle]

Sometimes I feel myself too, a crushed cut piece of meat through the meat Machine of bureaucracy, here in Europe, sigh... You provoke here a bitter (yep bitter) but lovely thought to many ;) of us!! never stop being bitter. I like the way you write... my friend. It speaks volume... I won't let myself land up though to be a meatball not even in the most perfect Italian sauce...

- Elisa

[Bob Sherunkle]

Ha,like that!Speaks volumes.Thaanks for taking the time to read this.Much appreciated

[emmajoy]

Maybe we should stride through our own lives instead of trudge through life dictated by whoever.. plus, look for possibilities rather than sprinkle negativity behind our whatevers. Let's say Up with Real People, Down with the so.called Puppeteers, given enough Rope they migh Canoe their paddles Up whatever! Who makes the rules? Beings! Who can break them? Think now. Humans.

[Bob Sherunkle]

I'm trying task people topen their eyes at what"they" are doing to our young men and woman..all over the world.Comments appreciated and spot on.

[emmajoy]

How right you are. Although the so.called powers that be try their hardest to stamp on rights for the young and old all over.. I have a feeling that there are plenty of people like you who will shout loud and clear. If not, why not!

[Daniel Sala]

Hi Bob, nice rhyming style with this poem, you succinctly sum up the deliberate imbalance inherent to life. All is grist to the mill, or should I say "dark, satanic mills"!

[Bob Sherunkle]

Hey Daniel,many thanks.I tend to write angry!

[Lourisa]

Your poem captures a sensitive and sad truth, Bob. People are dominated by the machine with its rules and regulations. Foucault said it destroys the innocence of the human soul. Everybody has to take part, fit in, be accepted, but are you then still yourself?
Anyway. A great poem with a nice flow.

[Bob Sherunkle]

Many thanks Lourisa,I gues there's no escape it,wish we could.

[Mr.Boffin]

very true...feel exactly the same way...great poem...

Welcome to the machine

[Bob Sherunkle]

Thanks Randall,much appreciated.

[R. L. Hill]

This made me want to cry. It is drenched in truth which makes it all the more real.....We truly are just cogs in the machine.

[Bob Sherunkle]

I didn't mean to upset you,just the way the world is.

[R. L. Hill]

Not upset...just moved. Thank you.