Beating The Machine (Waiting Suite)

riversofgrue

7 months ago

Beating the Machine is a verse I wrote in 2020 challenging the increasing trend of public shaming on social platforms. And a frank narrative as to how the tabloid media, in particular, are acting as attack force. In a sense, it is an open letter to mankind. Saying, quite simply, please be kind. This arrangement pays homage to Waiting To Die by (Hed) P.E.

Listen to Beating The Machine by Richard Charles Stevens (Waiting Suite)

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Love is fluid

Hate is bile

Love runs through it

Hate defiles

Love is fluid

Hate is bile

Let’s run through it

Break disguise

Do we not see

That we are feeding the machine

Hating others openly

Is needlessly obscene

Do we not appreciate the weakness of our schemes

We live to be facetious

It’s as heedless as it seems

Making crude assumption based on reams of skewed pretence

Screaming bloody murder when we muse the need to vent

Every hateful word is one much later we’ll repent

For thirty silver pieces are fictitious when they’re spent

All the while

The media are pulling all the strings

Growing ever seedier and clipping all our wings

They create the narrative

Each time the songbird sings

Anything to get us good and riled

Love is fluid

Hate is bile

Love runs through it

Hate defiles

Love is fluid

Hate is bile

Let’s run through it

Break disguise

The vision they attest is really no less than outlandish

For they brandish weapons some way from pristine

Lengths they will traverse to hurt are needlessly obscene

Indeed they’re every bit as heedless as they seem

Needling each seedling unto the point of bleed

Draining veins

Anointing joints with chloroform and bleach

Joining every dot

To further populate their reach

Blotting each horizon with disease

(Let’s run through it)

All the while

The media are pulling all the strings

Growing ever seedier and clipping all our wings

They create the narrative

Each time the songbird sings

Anything to get us good and riled

Love is fluid

Hate is bile

Love runs through it

Hate defiles

Love is fluid

Hate is bile

Let’s run through it

Break disguise

Love is fluid

Hate is bile

Let’s run through it

Break disguise

Winning isn’t everything

Indeed it’s barely anything

When victory admits defeat to beaten victims perishing

Winning isn’t everything

Indeed it’s barely anything

When victory admits defeat to beaten victims perishing

Beaten victims perishing

Victory admits defeat to beaten victims perishing

Do we not see judgement calls as cause to be concerned
Shoring up the stubborn walls with rubble from the urn
Burning bridges
Turning tricks to topple our opponents
Unaware where to declare the onus
.
Do we not see
The open road we opt to clutter
Something’s melting in our mouths
It ain’t no nob of butter
Tutting under oath at the life choices of another
Is no way for our voices to recover

All the while

We puppeteers are pulling all the strings

Growing in enormity and broadening our wings

Should we create the narrative

Each time the songbird sings

Then we’re anything but beaten in the wild

Anything but beaten in the wild