Generic

Industrial Woe 
 
Corrosive is the night 
Of my contempt 
The industrial trumpet blows 
Slowly a death fills the air 
pumping toxicity into our bodies 
 
Barrels of woe and manufactured dust 
gross products flooding my mind 
eternal fears turning a cog of rust 
while all wither into nothingness 
 
the barcode neck scanned to show; 
that you're just a resource 
the cells in the social organism and woe 
and they wont stay quiet for long 
 
Soon they will rise against 
breaking the chains of servitude 
the animals are out of the zoo 
bathing in radioactive waste