The Machine

This is a poem about School and all the machine like things we do. I based this poem off the song "Another Brick in the Wall" by Pink Floyd.

We sit in class

listening to the humming sound

the clicking of heels

the ticking of the clock.

Thousands of students sit

in a four walled building

with no windows

“No standing!”

“No talking!”

“No thinking for yourself!”

“Work hard”

“No breaks”

Our hands callused

Our minds bruised

Sleepless nights

baggy eyes.

Pale

empty faces

wandering the halls

headphones

drowing out the sorrows

of the murmoring students.

The gears turning

everyones minds rattling.

“No standing!”

“No talking!”

“No thinking for yourself!”

“Work hard”

“No breaks”

We run this machine

for 180 days

every year

for eternity

or so it seems.

Never learning

how to think,

they think for us.

Never learning

how to talk

they talk for us.

Never learning

how to live

this machine

does it for us.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ryan Nicole]

"Never learning how to live this machine does it for us" so relatable and incredibly true.

[Joe Gibson]

holy shmoop, i actually really like this due to the relatability holds, the only thing that threw me off was the random capitalization of letters, but other than that this poem was hella rad dude!