Robotic Analysis

by | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

A Soldier is not born
he’s forged to be strong,
he’s machine like, robotic,
working hard, fast and long,
but when machines break,
they go terribly wrong.

Their chassis are bent, broken, busted,
Their control centres are short circuited,
Their rhythm is lost, function diminished.
They’re sent, to the scrap yard.


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