Robotic Arms And Wrecking Balls
Voice altered by mechanization...
high pitches,
bounced pulsing arteries
neck stretches, revealing the scars
eyes so wide
duck and cover
they may collide!
Drinking liquid metal,
each part solidifying!
Becoming a monument,
scaffolding rocketing
crafting a gilded BOX!
protecting a child?
Grand reflections
cast against heated chests
boastful animals!
digital boards advertising
what is best!
Sun amplified by 6 degrees
all joined by separation;
an artificial breeze.
Wired for tension,
drainage for doubt,
each carry their burden
in and out,
constructs of a metropolis
from which we shout!
Robotic arms, and wrecking balls,
reminisce of what was,
spotting the landscape with a hurried buzz,
destruction calculated
from a cubicle,
no room for God, no room for laws,
Goliath reanimated by corporate lies.
Humanity traded for structure,
now under foreclosure.