What if?

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.

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