caught in the machinery of heaven
staring at my loaf that wouldn't leaven
why God, after being their good warden
can't I gain the Promised Land through Jordan
can't live in the land of milk and honey
David's name, not mine, on their coined money
wasn't forty years of service plenty
wasn't pharaoh's son as good as any
sacrifice I made, but you Lord, know it
there's a Michelangelo to show it
even there, young David beat me at it
it's his song they sing, and me, I've had it
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2795188-The-Machinery
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