Literature
Money and Machines
Blood fell from the fingertips,
Landing on the cold figure.
And when the moonlight made an entrance,
The scarlet event was revealed.
They told me it's just human behavior,
But I'll call it bestial.
Why do we sacrifice heart and soul,
For lifeless capital.
The world is turning grey,
And feelings are dying in dirty hands.
We are making a future, bearing robots.
We'll be wealthy, fat capitalists.
Swimming in painted gold,
Stolen from the stragglers.
Drowning in the colorless mess,
Given from the oiled machines.
Many controlled bodies, trying to be free,
Jumping to their infinite death.
The machines are killing, the riches are m