One Man's Robots
Robots fill the elegant room,
With one man in control.
They sold this very man,
Their brains, heart and soul.
They feel it very wrong,
To let themselves explain
Exactly what they think;
When this man controls the reigns.
God has no respect of person.
Each has right to think their thoughts.
God expects a man to lead,
But not to make robots.
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