Walk on the same side,
Robotic men do float on the other side.
My electronic helper relates to me,
But private things are not said.
The gravity we rely on
Also the robot relies on.
We have legs, he has arms
And let soldiers work like army.
The march goes on with considerable mind
To charge in front of expert pedestrians.
I am one of the few who rely,
I am an electronic kind of feline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem