The Human Factory
Tall intimidating bricks breathing history
The factory of life, birth, death and strife,
Manned by white-coated men of mysteries,
Hopefully, we emerge fresh and free,
Never to return, not guaranteed!
Life travels at quite a pace,
Accidents and incidents happen in the race,
Bones get snapped, viruses trapped,
Flesh torn, organs worn,
Drugs are given, wounds wrapped,
We are made good, saved, reborn.
Age creeps, sneaks up, slowly but sure,
Body tires, can't function any more,
Last breath taken, family shaken,
Returned to the factory,
Via the back door
To the basement,
Only fit for encasement,
Prepared, dressed, made to look satisfactory!
Life circle turns and rotates,
Until we see those pearly gates,
Then we've left life s factory
For a place to stay in peace and quiet for all eternity
