The Merchants of Moloch

Michael Joseph FarrellyMichael Joseph Farrelly
The Merchants of Moloch - a poem by Michael Joseph Farrelly

The Merchants of Moloch

A poem by Michael Joseph Farrelly

Who am I to care
Who am I to cry
For the follies of men
That won't see the me
That just wants to be me

Usury towers reach for the sky
Misery men conform and comply
Suited and booted with minds of clay
They feed the machine every day

Conscious machines
The Merchants of Moloch
Data cuisines
They eat you ad-hoc

Who am I to care
Who am I to cry
For this world of men
Who don't see the me
That just wants to be me

The wolf scoffed, the sheep seemed blind
The silence of the stymied mind
Experts nodded for their dollar
Bought and paid for shameful scholar

Conscious machines
The Merchants of Moloch
Data cuisines
They eat you ad-hoc

Who am I to care
Who am I to cry
For the follies of men
That won't see the me
That just wants to be me

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Life should be about people. Individuals. Not faceless numbers.

MJF