The Machine

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84107
United States
40° 39' 43.452" N, 111° 53' 12.0048" W

“There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!” – Mario Savio

The machine.
The machine…
Who are we?
What we breathe,
What we eat,
Each other.
Or another.
Ourselves!
Unveiled,
Tossed against a prideful existence,
Or an essence…
Who am I?
Who are you?
Are we just people?

“I have a dream.”
What is that dream?
A better tomorrow!
Is it better yet?
Was it a failed dream?

Can we walk arm in arm?
Should we?
Shouldn’t we?
Stop!
I’m scared…
We all are.
Whose we?
The children,
The mothers,
The fathers,
The people.

Do we deserve a better tomorrow?
Or are we just a machine derived from statutes and ordinances provided by a false idol?
Idolize,
Capitalize,
Socialize,
Privatize,
Love.
Love one another.

Don’t disrespect,
Show respect.
Create the answer!
The answer to life’s riddles,
The answer to whether or not we as people are above lowly differences.
I’m gay,
I’m straight,
I’m black,
I’m white,
I’m HUMAN!
I’m part of a spherical world where people are people and the only person who can tell me otherwise…
Is myself.

We’re creations!
Of our own, or some artist?
Either way we’re people,
Either way we live and die.
Breathe in and out,
Out and in.
We feel emotions!
Contradict and bigot.

Alone we are nothing…
Together maybe something!
No longer judged by skin or creed,
But by our efforts to fulfill a dream.
A better tomorrow. No longer tomorrow,
Instead that dream is today!
We as a machine can fulfill this dream.
Not a machine of no distinguish,
But of acceptance,
Beautiful everlasting acceptance!
“There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so beautiful, makes you so full of heart. That you must take part; you can't even passively not take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it persist. You've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that because you're free, the machine will be able to work at all!”

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