Spinning masses,

Oil spitting snarls,

Stained, white shirts,

Rearing steel,

Massacres abound.

You didn’t orchestrate the mayhem,

You were cogged,

And the presiding spokes continue to preserve the intregrity of the serrated wheel.

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