pawns set upon the board
the machine too their sky, soar
alphabetical slur's ignored
as tie's ride, ever more.

where investors adore!

for what is their sake
deny what is right
too justify their fund
blood thumbs, blood right's.

is it just, is it right
to en'velope man's core
or keep it in cinque
as you plod what you score.

is life set in braille
or can you expose
what machine keeps inside
right under your nose!

school of old, falter's it's flag
inbread of mind let's it be so
as you let the wind, pass you on by!

YOU say your boot sole fasten's the ground
while your whirlwind's in uprise, creating, no sound!
You are man or machine, did you figure it out
Will you let your mind bleed, or help it too shout!


~Bentlee~