lord of my machines
he took the microphone
and introduced himself
men without souls below him
fists raising and voices cheering
redefining their short-lived lives
chanting ingrained mantras
he convinced them they are
more than mere machines
destined to find praise and glory
long after the killing is done
january two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
but the killing, is it ever done?
I would sure love to believe so, Melanie…I really would.