Monstrosities with eyes of piercing fire

The nightlight fears of birds and squirrels alike

Always in search for another roadside victim

Animal or man is nothing but a passing thought to the treads of it's tires

The slave tied down behind its glass forehead knows not that their fate is dire

Can that which does not have remorse have need for rest or even the need to retire?

 

You can find them huddled beneath brightly lit and vaulted huts

Even millionaires can’t fully satisfy the oil baron’s evil mirth

Tyrants of black gold seek sacred sacrifices of the soul

Not blood money made from fiat

 

Unfocused minds resemble an inescapable tomb

All of our ancestors rest within nature’s womb

Their hunger for the lifeblood of our earth barely puts a twist in the CEO’s guts even when their fate’s end buys them a vacation spent in fire

 

To inhale too much of their exhaled breath brings only an end 

I wonder if anyone else feels like a young tree that has been placed at the bottom of the sea?

Never to again be able to throw out their seed

Balance is the key; time and corrosion the metallic beast’s enemy

When the earth’s veins run dry 

despite the outcry 

whose blood will it next try?

Such things makes my mind grow wings 

causing my body forget how to walk and learn instead to ……

fly

Ignore the deceptions because all they know how to do is kill and then die.

Author's Note

This is my attempt at quantifying the inner woven interactions between man and motor vehicle.Detachment and fusion.