The Sonnet of Gears

A poem about power figures.

Off spinning gears do visions ricochet
Their turbulence demandant of our stead
And many a gear I must have seen today
Enough to feed the horrors in my head
In power do they soar above the sky
With forceful teeth that rob us of our voice
In witness do they stand but five feet high
And draw a line across the field of choice
Almighty and in numbers do they stand
In unison they drive us intertwined
For purity one man did ravage land
To regulate the level of his kind
Alas! A man did boldly plunge his spears
To sway the order of these golden gears.