Pupils wide and black
Frozen are his emotions
An unforgiving mechanical schedule
He is the plastic poison in the ocean
A breath of carbonmonoxide
As he sings his workers tune
Those who are close by
Are asphyxiated by the plume
Where once blood flowed
Copper wiring now lines his veins
Robotically performing tasks
Charging twice daily from the mains
Steel ball bearings
Now form his joins
Sewing needles
Line his guts
Yet somehow on the outside
He maintains his human looks
Where thoughts were true
And muscle was lean
Now soaked in oil
Part man/machine
Following the pide piper blindly,
Letting out an internal scream...
All in the pursuit of conformity
And the Anglo American dream
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Author:
Syd (
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Comments1
Syd, this is an excellent poem, but such a sad commentary on what is becoming of humanity.
Yet, I could also substitute "robot" with someone who is diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Edit joints.
When I first started reading this poem bipolar disorder came to mind.
I see your point Tamara. Yes it can be read from different angles.
Thank you for reading and leaving feed back.
Take care - Syd
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