The Machine

It seems progressive.

It’s like a giant machine

everybody helped start

and drove out of control

by worshipping the elite

like the gods they now are.

Politicians, billionaires

and the movie star.

Stock brokers, judges

and ball players galore.

Patriotic hero’s 

to justify every war.

Big TV’s and keyboards

we think we all need

on a great spinning gear

in sync with the greed

turning to become

what we say we are not

but the cables still tighten

on the dreams we sought

and the machine rolls on

with no end in sight.

The brakemen disappeared

like thieves in the night.