Story of bots
(full poem in caption)
©the_procrastinating_poet
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the_procrastinating_poet 6w
In between thoughts of noughts
and thoughts of nots,
a thought crosses my mind
whether we are all some kind of
bots.
Not robots, but bots, controlled
by secondary thoughts of people
who are at the prime, prime of
supposedly everything.
Our opinions, our privacy
are owned by lurking
beasts
calculating everything
with a measure of guilt.
Statues built, weapons dealt,
religion decided, people killed,
air is aghast with smog,
polluted to the brim with daily
slog.
Life is insignificant, death is free,
do we hide our real selves behind
masks of glee?
tap, tap, tap, pronounce
keyboard warriors
typing anything that fans
their egoistic inferno
Tis' a war of inexhaustible words
never to end.
destroying precious lives in the
bargain.
We walk along the unending roads,
roads that lead us to eternal doom.
we cannot avoid this
cause we don't even remember
when we signed up for this
We are all some kind of bots
who have lost our thinking
power
our keys have rusted,
our machinery old,
Our control is left with
sinister masters
we are just puppets
with strings of fate
moulded to spew
poison and hate.
©the_procrastinating_poet
©Ruchita_Das
250th Poem. I'm glad I could write my 250th poem finally. another spontaneous one
Long, but I hope it is worth reading :)
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post date - 4th November 2019, 4 am. Kolkata, India ❤️