Pupils wide and black
Frozen are his emotions
An unforgiving mechanical schedule
He is the plastic poison in the ocean
A breath of carbon monoxide
As he sings his worker's 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 joints
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 Pied Piper blindly,
Letting out an internal scream...
All in the pursuit of conformity
And the Anglo-American dream
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Technology valued over flesh and blood. A sign of the times. Well done
Thank you so much Sorenbarret. Apologies for the extremely late reply.
- Syd 🍄
No problem, you are most welcome.
Anyone looking at the Chinese robot races, especially from a military point of view just saw the future armies.
Hi Paul,
Yes, I've been watching them on TV. Crazy stuff. I appreciate you reading and commenting.
Thanks - Syd 🍄
2018 - a year of enlightenment or despair, Syd?
For me it is someone who has learnt the songs , sings them in response to any circumstance or event...
Nice one, mate
Hi Dave,
Both probably mate. It's all a bit of a blur. I really appreciate your kind comment.
Much appreciated - Syd 🍄
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