Machineries

Machineries are made within the form Of their creators, be they young or old, And are indeed expected to perform At their designers’ wish and in their mould. The world’s most cruel creatures, I well know, Yield little worth preserving, for their minds Are children born of Hades’ vilest flow, Whose horrid sight both youths and sages blinds. Though from fair creatures we desire increase, The most insensate ones are quite adept At breeding free of bound, though nature’s lease To man on earth such crime should not accept. How fast the horde of lunacy can swell Predicts how soon the world might birth a living Hell. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com