Robotic and mechanic
The words of the future
The lives of the past
The nights are bright
By bulbs instead of stars
Winter is warm
By fumes instead of the sun
We see the world
Through a lens instead of eyes
We feel around
With sensors instead of nerves
Our world spins
Due to control instead of gravity
We live long
Due to prosthetics instead of souls
In the world of machines
Robots rule
humans mere puppets to
the ruling centre.
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Poems Forged with Lightning ⚡
PoetryPoems are not stories. They are powerful thoughts and emotions moulded into legible words on pen and paper. Poems are a reality, how it is perceived by the poet, in this case, me. --------ALL RIGHTS RESERVED-------- The astounding cover here is desi...
