Just a very tiny cog in a very big wheel
As it spins and it spins on its axis,
Rotating, denoting what is truth what is false,
Woven with power raised in taxes
From the very tiny cogs, located at the hub,
Forgotten, though pivotal, components,
Grinding anew, as lubricant dissolves,
Fracturing framework, strong proponents
Of a different machine where each cog can now become
Part of a wider evolution,
Rolling down the road, in the ether, through the sphere,
A nuts and bolts reform of revolution.
Wheels of machine are hanging by a thread
Made of iron, corroding, cannot last.
Cogs now formed of steel have longevity, purpose new,
Collective memory of all the futures past.