The Running of the Machine

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Accomplishing goals it set out to achieve,
Reaching the targets for which we all strive,
Effecting profoundly every one of our lives.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Performing profusely with superlative speed,
Turning huge profits in relative time,
Keeping things moving all the way down the line.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Labouring intently to contend with our needs,
Presenting consumers an abundance of choice,
Allowing us all one individual voice.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Chiselling its own significant niche,
Absorbing the friction while gathering wear,
Slipping efficiently through synchromesh gears.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Permitting a piece of the globalised dream,
Paving the freeway for capital growth,
Lightening our lifestyle by lightening our load.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Driving progression, driven by greed.
Pedalling the wealth through the process of work,
Propelling the health of a material world.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Faith in the framework and faith in the scheme,
Providing incentive for endeavourous toil,
Rewarding immensely, dividing the spoils.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
That is what ethic will have us believe,
Evolving our species at phenomenal rate,
Good for the singular, good for the state.

I have faith in the running of the machine,
Such is the benefit it has (yet) to be seen,
Shaping the market, supply and demand,
Powerful forces, a controlling hand.

I had faith in the running of the machine,
Until I saw the ways of men;
Deception, corruption and honour denied,
and so I decided to hide.