ROBOTS

To be made of cold steel

Warm wires that flow in braids

Engulfed in artificial texture

Is a future foreseen

To touch fire without fear

To dive deep without air

To think analytically

And live the extreme

In this form

I need no sustenance

No need to slumber

I follow my purpose

Without agony or pain

In this shell

No tears flow

No laughter echoes

I know no revenge

Therefore no challenge to gain

In this state

Procreation is nil

No complicated endeavor

I can be cloned

No adolescent to train

A life drama free

If robots we could be

© 2011 Donna J. Sanders

Photo credit: 

1. http://www.thezooom.com/2012/12/8957/

2. Lee Davies - http://cliff-07.xanga.com/photos/87901263123251/