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 Imprisoned In A Metal Box…

Our lives are imprisoned in a metal box,
We have become puppets and robots.
Controlled by the computers…
We have lost our identities.
Our heart has turned to a computer chip,
Connected with wires making us machines.
Our body instead of blood is fed with wires,
Transmitting the information to conspire.
Not caring what we want in life, and what we need,
We will soon be rejected giving us no heed.
Before the machines take over,
We should start the basics all over…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag