a short poem comparing an army to a machine

Gears of War

The machine moves on never ending
Plaging this planet with its pollution
The Human machine ploughs on
Like a swarm of locusts tearing through the land
Battallions die; parts that need replacing
New recruits;the oil for the cogs

-The Gears of War turn forever-

Poetry by The Metallica Warrior
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Written on 2010-07-24 at 12:56

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!

Last stanza so true but sad

you simplified a complexed issue
so wonderfully well.