The quiet hum
Of the gears above all
The hushed breathing
Of the workers
The revolution
Where machines are being created
By the thousand
Those who resent it
Saying the old days
Were better
The trains huffing
The dust rising
But in the factories
Below the hum
Lies danger
It's always there
Don't meddle
With the untested.
Suddenly the gears are screeching
Yells ring out
Blood spurting
Excuses being formulated
The crying family
Sobbing mother
The family tree
Losing branches
Accidents happen
They say
We're sorry
Let us help you
But nothing stops
The gears keep whirring
The humming continues
"It won't happen again"
But the next month
The humming stops
A yell rings out
Blood spurting
A/N
Foolproof, maybe.
Bloodproof? Never.
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𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥
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