Run, walk, move, the conveyor belt keeps you going,
the travelator pushes us along until we’re pushing daisies;
to conform and put yourself last is to “be strong”
as we trudge along around the black an yellow tarred lines
while looking at our rectangular mind magnets, our attention – occupied,
worrying too much about these crazy times instead of the curvature of our spines.
Factory errors are laughed at, pointed out by the products
because to not be ‘in line’ is to be ‘out of order,’
how free are we if we still have to be like the bees
of a hive that work until our wings no longer flutter?
The puppet masters at the top reference a utopian time and place
that seems long gone, but never actually existed,
and the average Joe from yesteryear
would probably be more appalled than proud of how much
the oligarchs have chipped away from the working class –
basic needs are a privilege, our principles have been twisted.
People locked out of basic shelter are dying,
spikes installed to keep them off polished windows and away from old money limestone walls,
Instead of humans helping humans we have a space race exploding off the blocks,
top 10 money hoarders trying to be like “I’ma head out,” hopping from penthouse to cockpit,
Union-busting tech barons don’t mind leaving the earth sweltering, melted, and barren.
Jump off the conveyor belt – life is more than just numbers and industry –
we’re not just the products, we’re the power that electrifies this grand machine.
Look around, look toward the future, and don’t forget to remember suppressed history. – RSM