your mother marched against the war machine,
yet you tuned its gears to a purer scream.
they gave you habermas;
you gave them drones.
o engineer
of hollowed-out bones.
not lyre but server,
not song but math,
you played the code like a bloodless wrath.
......
your mother marched against the war machine,
yet you tuned its gears to a purer scream.
they gave you habermas;
you gave them drones.
o engineer
of hollowed-out bones.
not lyre but server,
not song but math,
you played the code like a bloodless wrath.
......