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 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