Assembly line in disassembled time,
Broken clocks and broken minds
Watch our lives pass in a mechanical zoo.
On display to pretend all is well,
Bread based survival is the only thing remembered.
The abusive tyrants and tycoons siphon our oil,
Extracting and stealing hopes and dreams from our veins,
Nothing left but a corpse as a cog,
Are we nothing but gears now?
We whisper of hope for our children,
Steam serenades in the iron system.
But iron melts,
And soft steel streams can mold
Only if we thought ourselves to be Hephaestus.
Why seek Prometheus’ fire?
We are the fire to scorch society’s rusted factory.
Melt the iron chains,
From the ashes we rise.