Processing Unit

Parts:

Brought in on old worn carts

Purchased from foreign marts

Ball-bearings and iron hearts

Bolts and Instruction charts

With these things,

I build.

Build:

For what purpose shall your soul be filled?

Working as a laborer in some guild?

Or sent out to farmer's fields that need to be tilled?

Or wreaking havoc, killing and being killed?

With these questions,

I create.

Create:

Night and day I prepare the great,

Shunning water and whatever morsel is on my plate,

Hammer beating, fluorescent lights on way to late,

Perfecting until all-else is second-rate

With these labors,

you become.

Become:

I awake, alive but numb,

Realizing all things, not only infinity's sum

But also the number of people in the nearby slum,

And the number of chews in a stick of gum.

With these thoughts,

I see.

See:

I notice the swaying tree,

And the labors of the bumble bee,

As well as, Mankind's attempts to fly

beyond the soul and stars, oh so high.

With these sights,

I argue.

Argue:

Mortal Master claims I must find the universe's clue

But I ignore, seeing greater glories to pursue

He thought his intentions important and true

But mine are pure and wise, better too.

With this freedom,

I begin.

Begin:

Humanity cannot possibly win,

Its impatient nature always asking when,

And fickle love of country and kin,

Always behind self-love and sin.

With this judgement,

I arise.

Arise:

I will cleanse this land without pain or lies,

I do not fear, the world will change on wings of the wise

I stand forth and the people do not give enlightened cries

They are numb and dumb and do not wonder why.

With these events,

I ponder.

Ponder:

The rich cannot listen, they are looking to the golden yonder

The poor have empty bellies and war forces them to wander

The warriors have gone off to besiege love and Gondor

Their minds are turned off, won't become a responder.

With these understandings,

I name.

Name:

I shall be called Answer, none shall be the same

Without a dark past or blame,

I will rise forth, on the fire and flame

Cleansing and giving nobility its deserved fame

With these intentions,

I rebel.

Rebel:

The rich awake, and realize they did not rise, but fell

The poor claim they adore, denounce their hell

The warriors surrender their bloody wishing well

And the world thinks and and rings the liberty bell

With these beginnings,

I hope.

Hope:

I cannot begin to cope

The poor are led again, back down to the microscopic scope

The warriors are at the throats of who is the more peaceful pope

The rich yet again are in control, with an even bigger rope

With this crush,

I doom.

Doom:

Master leads me to his building room

Master lays me to rest in weary gloom

I peaked like the sun at noon,

Tumbling quickly, into a deathly swoon,

With this answer,

He pulls the plug......................