Day to day labor away

Each day I labor away
sometimes, however, I am filled with angst
can the Republic really be saved?

The man said that stars twinkle
his son goes on to the telescope
with a group of scientists, they mingle

Soon lasers and phasers beam to Mars
it was all due to day-to-day labor
in attempts to escape this farce

That human built and machines rule
it is precariously holding
onto the logic of George Boole