The Merchants of Moloch

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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"The Merchants of Moloch" - My Inspiration
Life should be about people. Individuals. Not faceless numbers.
MJF