War Is A Machine

War is a machine.
It is the perpetual motion
Some seek and seek.
We will all end each other of course
And the motion may still for a second-
Then we might go on
To haunt some others...
Maybe we are all to become ghosts...
In some cosmic perpetuity.

I'll see you as you dust.

The bombs
The tanks
The guns.
Become this machine
We must clean
Because we've become dirty again.
Become trustless and paranoid
Thrust into the narrow void that plagues.

Sick machines unaware are we
Dependent on the mechanics.
















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Written on 2010-06-09 at 01:41

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2010-06-10


Rob Graber
PS: @Nick: When it comes to violence, males do seem to be, uh, more than half problem, don't we?
2010-06-09


Rob Graber
A strong statement; line 4 gives one pause wonderfully...
2010-06-09


NicholasG
Machines are symptoms. We can go back to the dawn of history and men were lopping off heads. Maybe the secret is in the genome? If not it may be in the neutron bomb or maybe even in the gulf of Mexico. Maybe that much oil will render all males impotent?
xox, cyNick
2010-06-09