We Are the Machine

                    We Are the Machine
We make anger,
                frustration,
                        sickness,
                and death.
We make mountains
                of molehills.
We make troubles for others
        that are unlike us
                through no fault of their own.
We make anything that pleases us,
                        and many things that don't
We make hope,
        joy,
                happiness,
                                even life . . .
But we are a flawed machine.
        what we make is never perfect.
                there's always a good to every bad,
                        a bad for every good,
                a silver lining,
        the Yin and the Yang
Evil opposing Good opposing Evil opposing Good . . .
        We made it.
                        For We Are the Machine.

-Miostiek, 3/15/95