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Unplug
Contributed by
Jason_Robert_Britt
on
Friday, 2nd August 2002 @ 06:38:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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The machine has evolved!
Shifting into higher gear,
New tasks appear.
On line time increased,
Down time, deceased.
At what aim?
Staying maintained?
Entertained?
Or contained?
For richer or poorer?
Or selling my soul,
At a higher price,
For a lower cause!
But the machine,now overworked,
Overwhelmed, and underpaid,
Loses all the momentum,
It's hard work has made.
Man made objects, on a
Man forsaken planet,
Equival not my state of mind,
Spirit, or self!
Yet I continue to
Worship a system
That is unholy,
A complete folly!
Oh! what a world of
Greed and dividends!
Where odds play
Million to one.
And no one wins,
Except the blind.
The careless,
Ambitious ones!
It suddenly confuses me,
Surely, it's killing me.
Ever slow and painfully,
Without regret, emotionlessly -
This system!
Soon enough I realize,
All to whom I've turned,
Brainwashed by a system,
Fit only now to burn!
It must be stopped,
We must abort!
Erase, unplug,
Restart, resort,
To love and peace,
Equality!
Learning to live,
Through unity.
Only then will we be free!
Only then can we be we!
Copyright ©
Jason_Robert_Britt
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2002-08-02 06:38:12] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Unplug
(User Rating: 1 ) by mckayla on
Friday, 31st January 2003 @ 03:52:53 PM AEST (User
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So true!
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Re: Unplug
(User Rating: 1 ) by Broken-glass on
Wednesday, 27th August 2003 @ 06:41:36 PM AEST (User
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Wow! What a fantastic poem. I felt every word. The last line is particulary good. Well done, nice write. Check out some of my poems, tell me what you think.
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