The Machine

The Machine is growing

The machine is strong

What is the machine you ask

The machine is anyone or anything

That tries to strip us from who we are

Who we are as a people

Who we are as indaviduals

Who we are as the Human race

The machine is emotionless

The mechine is cold

Wanting all in perfect order

Wanting all to fall in line

To think as one

To move as one

To be stripped of our very core of being

The machine demands order

Anyone who does not comply is shot

The mechine demands loyalty

Anyone who does not comply is shot

Stripped of who we are

Moving like robots and cyborgs

All for the collective

The individual is lost

However

There is hope

There is light

Within the dim coldness

There are those who dare to defy

There are those who stand against the machine

They know they are fighting a loosing battle

They fight anyway

They fight for individuality

They fight for free thinking

The fight to free those already taken captive

They fight to not become captives themselves

They fight for the human race

The machine hunts these rebels down

One by one

They are destroyed

Still the rebels fight