Everything is necessary
In everyone’s
Own needing of necessities!
The machines are taking over
At least
It seems that way!
The laborer
Is becoming more and more
Scarce to see these days
John Henry was the first to
Fight this
Way of working
Where machines
Take the place
Of
Muscle, blood, and bone
I heard his song
Many times as a boy
This
Folk hero in the lands
Of
My youth
Gave us hope that mankind
Wouldn’t completely
Be taken over
By oil
By steel
By plastic
Yet
We all kind of knew
This day was coming
We just didn’t expect
It would be so soon
Or
Maybe we never realized
How fast it would
All go by
I guess
There are too many profits
To be maximized
Too much money
To be made
To not go this route
And the machines are
Not only taking the place
Of
Working flesh
They’re taking the position
Of
The mind!
Of
Critical thinking!
Is it possible
In centuries to come
We will have bodies like
jellyfish
And
Grunt like cavemen?
The sun will burn brighter
Than ever by then
And the air
Will be too poisoned to breathe
Machines will be our only
Choice
To work outside
Mechanical movement underneath
A radioactive sun
All for the pockets
Of
The profit maker
To continue
Making their money!
From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave
