Confusion takes over with mind set in reverse,
Thoughts turn your mind but are condemned to curse.
Waiting and watching the world around,
Your robotic motions bring you down to the ground.
Whispers speak loudly of an expected revolt,
Slowly progressing, you start with a jolt.
Ripping and tearing at the seams of beyond,
You’re left with nothing; no one to respond.
The end seems closer to the faraway sun,
Through the fog it’s seen: you stand with a gun.
The robots are gone, they died that day.
The silence is eerie to the thoughts that you pray:
You broke the world and ripped it to pieces,
A strong vow is made to sew back the creases.
Help will come when the people do.
Hope is now where confusion grew.
Confusion takes over with mind set in reverse,
It’s time to heal the wound and you are the nurse.
For my by Marks, check out FIVE Vol. 1 No. 9.
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