Packing, boxing, loading on

Waiting for a break to come

Machines routinely steam ahead

Pounding, thumping, banging head

Boredom hides behind a smile

As human robots stand in line


Just briefly into dream

As rhythm forges new routine

The clock stares down to slow the time

More human robots join the line

Little do they realise

Their wages come at such high price

Unaware or trapped in strife

They join the production line of LIFE