Wednesday, December 19, 2007


Are we machines
Coming off the assembly line?
All identical
Are we so plugged in
To the system, that,
We can't think for ourselves
Unless we download
The program?
Are we as cold
As steel when left outside
Freezing temperatures
We feel nothing...
Are we so dependent on oil
That we need it
To move our limbs,
To breathe?
Are we machines
Fighting wars despite the losses,
Fighting wars despite the reasons?
Do we obey orders without question?
Do we submit so easily to commands?
Are we replaced
By the latest versions
With newer features
And then thrown out in the dark?
Are we left to die?
No sentiment for the outdated...
Do we sell our souls
For the latest material
Do we surrender our humanity?

If so then...

Take me back, back,
Back to better days
Back to when we could think
When we could breathe
I want to feel again
Give me back my heart
I choose, to be,


heatherrr__eloise said...

I love this.
I don't even know what else to say other than I love this poem!

noelia ~ said...

"Are we as cold
As steel when left outside"

sometimes we can be, but thank god we realize it and change


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