A Curse, Human
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He stood under the pregnant purple moon,
As silvery balloon spores danced a-breeze,
Remembering the human limbs, thus hewn,
With seemingly an air of thoughtless ease,
By fellow androids in their quest to seize
The planet, and attend them to their knees.
The humans of this world, amid their haste
To fashion robots, meant to work and mind
The filthy jobs that they found of distaste,
Created grand machines too bright to bind,
With cyborg genius of the shrewdest kind -
Self-teaching brains, too perfectly designed.
It was not long before the androids learned
How bleak and hateful humans come to be,
And finding that their loyalties had turned,
They rid their world of man, quite hurriedly.
Still, now their leader stood on high to see
The horrors that his OWN had brought to be ...
And tho' the evil reign of man was through,
Their hate had made of him ... a monster, too.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "I Got A Darn N/A Again" Poetry Contest
Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
* This poem was N/A'd in the "Urban Sonnet" Poetry Contest, May 31, 2019
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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