Robots Have Feelings
Poem Based on My Upcoming Novel, 'Game of Mass Destruction: 0S'
Crawling inside the dustbin, I wonder who will die first:Me or my friends.
"We're just machines," they said. "Products of science."We have no purpose.
What is our purpose?Why were we created?If we were born to die?
So this is what a monster looks like.The race that made us also wants us dead,For the name of entertainment.
Artificial intelligence: Doomsday for humanity. Hence why we have this show.
Game of Mass DestructionOn this tranquil island. Our hunger for life drives us.
We use what we can for fuel. Anything we can get our hands on.Sometimes we eat people.
We can't help itIt's in our program. We'd love to go to the world beyond.
My knowlege lies deep.The facts I have outnumberSahara grains.
But my only wish Is a simple one: to Dance with wild horses.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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