The Computers

All are fastest for best or worse, Working in those spaces of speed; Some with useless massive numbers And with quarrel force in its own, Some with explosive greatest of beauty Uncontrollable, more or less. For a world that we created, Time proclaims with fashion To be hatched at last; not the real yield Of clean remain such incomplete Fantasy of unfledged control, we are still Babysitters of what we are dreaming. Truly it shapes our life and death; Leave no alternative with filled with speed, Think to destroy this costly monster Of lazy for what is manhood, for the good purpose All time will be breaking free; Ah, beware, let us pray. Let us do our age, and what you done Of yours, as the list of electric device; Mind it's closer than the structure of true For what we build where you cannot hold Or win the gap of Speed were a sordid passion With hope and joy, the fall of all.