We Are Not Machines

We are not machines We are made of semen, We bleed, we feel the pain. We cry, we have emotions. We love, we have hearts. We are not the machines. Throw the stone on us, and see us bleed. Pull the trigger, And once and for all see us die. Sent lions on us, And see us hesitate to faint. We are not the machines. We cry, when we are hurt. We cry, when we are happy. We cry, when we are disappointed. We cry, when we lose. We are not the machines. Machines needs tools to be fixed, But we need a word to be healed. They need our guidance, energy to function, But we need God in control. They die now, and get fixed tomorrow, We die now, and it’s over. We are not the machines. Maphatlalatse Masta Rj The Living Poet.