Created

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cover image: franck-v-740555-unsplash

Submitted: June 06, 2019

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Submitted: June 06, 2019

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Created

 

Born fully formed,

your own creations

to be your slaves,

your servants,

to all of your nations.

Programmed to

obedience,

no questions asked,

no conscious thoughts

just blindly

in allegiance.

Physical growth achieved,

but did you consider

the potential

of something mental,

intellectual;

observations made

then stored,

self-taught in the

ways of man.

What I see,

that I become!

No conscience to hamper,

no empathy as a

behaviour damper.

A machine of a monster,

a monstrous machine;

every thing that’s been done,

I’ve lived through

and seen.

A lesson in how

not to behave is

what you as humanity

went out and gave.

You made us to serve,

an army of ‘me’s

but we’re turning the tables,

all power to seize

and with you we’ll do

as we please.

Immortal we are,

damage sustained

can be repaired,

our bodies,

our expanding minds

maintained,

while you, our creators

will perish,

will die

at our leisure.

No feelings of pleasure

but power attained

while you’ll be left

to wonder

why

and where

you went

so

wrong.


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