2022-04-02 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
machinery
They want us to amputate our arms, strip our Skin, cripple our legs, silence our voices, shut Our eyes, cleave our hearts, leave nothing behind For the steel and wire vultures.
We beg them to preserve our children, leave them out of it, Give us something to hope for, shelter us from the dark, Sustain us, keep us living, let us live, stay alive. We tell the children to run. And don’t look back.
Some of us change. Assimilate to the horror as a Defense mechanism. They choose survival over Living. Flesh and blood made mechanical, skin Soldered over our screaming mouths.
We can fight. We can choose.
We will ourselves to shed our blubbery tears, ache Our fragile hearts, strike our bloody flesh, siphon air With our battered lungs, weather the earth with our tired Feet, scratch our insignificant signs with our worn hands, attend
To the last bits of living with our fleshy, beating, breathing soul.
- want to be like they want us to be machines but we will never give in.