The Machine

Tristan Robert Lange

No forgiveness for the weary,
And no mercy for the weak,
This world is cold and cruel
As it devours its children.

Helpless are the young ones
Who strive hard to succeed,
For they are now abandoned
And left desolate in despair.

There is no room for success
For all are on the path to fail.
Set up by a beastly machine,
They become enumeration.

The numbers keep on working,
As cogs in the motor's wheel,
Producing fruit for the beast.
There's no hope for liberation.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2017 10:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Antoinette
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  • Antoinette

    I really enjoyed this It's actually amazing and so (unfortunately) relateable .
    xx

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Yes, it is unfortunate. Thank you for reading, relating and commenting!

      • Antoinette

        you're welcome
        xx

        • Antoinette

          you're welcome
          xx

        • Maichael

          Relatable and well put together

        • Tony36

          Well written and expressed. I wrote a poem called "The Machine" you should look it up sometime.



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