We are part of the mass   Post-industrial working class   Empowered by commands to be    The Black Ants assembly.      I feel trapped here   within their system    as the workforce,   Diligent and industrious,   Voluntarily focused,    Disciplinary in use,   Slaves of this modern world.      Beyond reasonable doubt    strains coincide with fear    Harder still to make a will    and sacrifice our surviving selves.      Here, our lives on their hands as an asset    Stagnation, walks in a circular direction       Lack of inclination   Self-induced submission    Undisputable fracture    Tracking to consequence    Aging to reluctance    A hell of industry.