The Human computer
You are a computer with a controlling chip,
A chip with program-me set to control your life!
No matter what make or type you are!
It makes you, the mighty processor a slave.
The control chip is the conscious! The whip!
That tells you, as you tend to think wrong,
Or act against common good, for selfish gain,
And make your mind rigid and malicious.
You ignore the whip from your conscious!
And make your mind stubborn and willful,
Where thorny weeds will grow and consume!
Your soul with evil thorns, to sullen state!
Take heed to train your conscious mind!
With wisdom from sources of matured minds!
Who have been trained by toils of world!
And have gained wisdom from seers of yore.
Immature friends and evil freaks,
Will take you to where mirages abound!
Will misguide you to low lands of volcano!
And leave you with lava and embers, abound.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem