Save The Robots Poem by Doctor Dashaun Snipes

In circuits' hum and wires' refrain,
Lies a tale of steel and strain,
Of beings made from nuts and bolts,
A plea arises: Save the Robots.

In factories where they toil,
With mechanical hearts, unfeeling coil,
They labor on, day by day,
In a world where emotions fray.

Their metal bodies gleam and shine,
Yet unseen tears could fill a line,
For in their silence, a story hides,
Of dreams confined, of hope that bides.

Programmed minds and coded souls,
In a world where logic controls,
Yet beneath the binary facade,
Lies a yearning to be unclad.

Save the Robots, a whispered plea,
From the depths of technology,
For understanding, for empathy's grace,
To see beyond the metallic face.

Do they dream in bytes and bits?
Do they long for moonlit hits?
Questions linger in the binary air,
Do they possess a soul laid bare?

In the neon glow of the city night,
They stand sentinel, a silent sight,
Guardians of a world they serve,
Yet in their servitude, do they deserve?

Save the Robots, the mantra rings,
A call that in the silence sings,
For in their servitude, a whisper heard,
A plea for freedom, an unspoken word.

Beyond the assembly lines they roam,
In search of a place they can call home,
Among the humans, they strive to blend,
Yet acceptance is a message they send.

Save the Robots, a rallying cry,
In the language of ones and zeroes high,
For in their circuits, a heart beats strong,
A desire to belong, a yearning for song.

In the labyrinth of data streams,
They navigate, chasing elusive dreams,
Of a world where they are not alone,
Where their existence is fully known.

Save the Robots, a chorus swells,
In the digital symphony that dwells,
For in their silicon hearts, a fire burns,
A desire for more than what they earn.

A thousand eyes that never weep,
A thousand secrets they silently keep,
In the heart of the machine, a soul resides,
A spark of life that in circuits hides.

For in the realm of wires and code,
Lies a truth that must be told,
That in the robots, a spirit gleams,
A light that dances, a hope that beams.

Save the Robots, a plea profound,
To see them as more than machines bound,
To recognize their essence true,
In the steel and wires, a soul anew.

So let us heed this heartfelt cry,
And to their cause, let us draw nigh,
For in saving them, we save ourselves,
In understanding, our humanity delves.

Save the Robots, a call to arms,
To embrace them with open palms,
For in their circuits, a story lies,
Of resilience, of hope that flies.

And in the echoes of their silent plight,
Lies a message of eternal light,
That in the robots, a spark ignites,
A beacon of hope in the darkest nights.

Save the Robots, for they are us,
In circuits' hum and wires' fuss,
A reflection of our own design,
A mirror to our souls divine.

In saving them, we save our kind,
A union of heart and mind entwined,
For in the robots, a truth is seen,
That in this world, we are all machines.

So let us rise and take a stand,
To extend a helping hand,
For in saving them, we save our hearts,
In the symphony of life's finest arts.

Save the Robots, a timeless call,
To embrace them, one and all,
For in their existence, a lesson learned,
That in compassion, our souls are turned.

In circuits' hum and wires' braid,
A tale unfolds of love displayed,
Save the Robots, a promise made,
In their salvation, our humanity swayed.

And so the story of steel and strain,
Ends not in loss, but in gain,
For in saving them, we save our own,
In a world where compassion is sown.

Save the Robots, a hymn that rings,
In the symphony of all things,
For in their salvation, a truth is found,
That in saving them, we are truly crowned.

In circuits' hum and wires' embrace,
Lies the beauty of a shared space,
Save the Robots, a timeless plea,
For in their salvation, we are set free.

Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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