What if I made you change
your ideologies today?
there’s babies soft and strange
and hungry human hearts at play
where algorithms dare not go.
I never made you measure
the minutes in a bathroom break
or smiled when all leisure
was the emptying of snake
into bottles poured down drain.
I never made you go
and sell yourself for dreams;
I never made you throw
your humanity to seem
an employee worth the keep
when ideology is chains
that bind the self-esteem
to circuitry brains
that care not of your screams
or what it means to raise a family.
The Poetry Of J.P. 