Show me a machine

that does complain
show me a machine
that hides its pain
show me a machine
that does not say
nothing and lets
silence reign
show me a machine
that’s soaked in rain
show me a machine
that carries stains
of old dry blood
the same
blood running through
its veins
show me a machine
that holds the pain
locks it up in golden safes
show me a machine
that does abstain
from externalising shame
show me a machine
that feels the pain
of the fallen
and the slain
show me a machine
that does the tam-
ing for its raging pain
show me a machine
that does acclaim
the sorrow and the pain
of burying the same child
over and over again
show me a machine
that knows its fate
and that in the end
its all the same