There seems to be,
A kind of collective,
Hysteria,
A madness that surrounds,
The 21st Century,
With its Robotic Hounds.
Machines that are born and prosper,
Soon they'll be all around
Will they be our Masters
And us, their Playground?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I share your distaste, Sandra. It seems our humanity ebbs away as we replace human activity with machines. All the hype over tech, to the neglect of more important things, turns my stomach. It's scary.