The Equation Chamber

We exist           =            We create

I live inside It now
with the little boy
and the fat man

They argue all the time
about "if " and  "why"
I am so bored

War equals progress
Man equals destruction

Could you pass
a cyanide cocktail

We create       =       We destroy

Inside the Equation Chamber
I await my turn

The little boy and the fat man
argue about who’s to blame

I am tired of their animosity
Their meaningless logic

The lights go out
There is a rattling sound

We destroy = We repeat