Aftermath
Precarious me
Render this plea
Surrender to
An android sea
A robot who
A Doctor too
Will we survive
The skill of you
You've taken heart
And left in place
Cold fingerprint
Mechanical race
You've made me to
This carbon shell
A man who walks
But isn't well
The lot of us
Will know no pain
But in your wake
Can be no gain
As zombies we
Will do no more
Then wander earth
A silent score
Emotion lost
You're in control
The human race
Has lost its soul
Copyright © Reid Galler | Year Posted 2011
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