Like A Cyberman - Poem by Angela Wybrow
What must it be like to live life like a Cyberman:
Living a soulless existence, inside an old tin can?
You would spend each and every single day,
Walking, here and there, in a regimented way.
You would never ever feel either happy or sad,
Or know when life is going either good or bad.
You would just look on, when somebody cries.
You wouldn’t feel any grief, when someone dies.
In other’s eyes, you would see dread and fear,
And you would never ever hold someone near.
You would never hold somebody’s warm hand.
People’s feelings, you would never understand.
You wouldn’t have a brain, in order to think.
You’d just stare straight ahead: unable to blink.
Your voice would be monotone: you’d use no inflections,
And for people and animals, you would feel no affection.
You would kill people with such heartless, brutal force,
And, having mown them down, you’d feel no remorse.
Any human you met, you’d feel the need to upgrade,
And not a whiff of humanity would ever be displayed.
You wouldn’t be able to laugh or to cry,
Or experience life’s lows or all-time highs.
As humans, we experience a mixture of emotions,
Of which, Cybermen do not have a single notion.
Although some emotions can be hard to endure –
Your heart can feel as though it’s being skewered –
Emotions are something which make us human in form,
And both tears and laughter, to humans, are just the norm.
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