The Robot Who Wanted To Become Human
Looks like it goes as it should, and was supposed to be
Who set this amazing order of things, I don’t know
None of my business to ponder about what I can’t see
Could have been not inserted in me, but I gave it a go
I've slightly updated my program, just to satisfy
My curiousity about the humans, most of all
I wondered how do they manage to live in a lie
Then I realized the reason must be a thing called the soul
Despite of the vague definition, humans clearly know
What is soul, but I couldn’t get into that
Until the moment when I found myself on my own
Having no one to talk to, humans become to feel sad
So I’ve learned about sadness, and this was so new to me
That I started to panic, if I was infected by this idea
And I wouldn’t return anymore to my dear machinery
So the rest of my robot life I’d be living in fear
But gladly, a order came to kill some men till its late
Which I did, as always, without a shade of remorse
This helped me to return to my usual robotic state
My machine mind saved me from the wrong course.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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