#8

RAGE against the machine that gave a man reason to hate parts of himself

and those parts again when he sees them outside him

Rage against the machine that says find a babysitter when your child is sick

Rage against working all day and all lifelong

to try to buy your health back when you lose it

you may still be young

Rage against the machine that finds derivative justification

for seemingly endless cycles of violence

against humans, animals, all beings and our mama earth

Gives us reason to scream 

Fuck that I won't do what you told me!

And then we see that we're screaming 

at another human being who

has chosen to be the machine

Rage against the machine in myself 

the part I chewed up and took in,

festering inside like a man I never wanted there

A violent cancer

The pill we swallowed in the desperate hope it would make us better

When all along, the love inside is there

And shines, sometimes more brightly, through the rage