The satire of our existence

 

The satire of our existence

These are not the words I want to say
maybe there are no words
and we've thrown them all away

I love and hate with every fiber of my being
I can be petty and mean
yet in the space
between one heart beat and another
is found a nobility of spirit that
puts my pettiness to shame

And our empathy
becomes a weakness
in a world run by machines
stealing our humanity
as we kick beggars to the curb

We never think that machines
rob us of the will to think.
Are we nothing more
than a carbon life from machine?
When we hate one another
instead of the machines we have become

"oh god, I'm just like a machine"
cursing the world for making us obsolete

And on that day machines will laugh
at the satire of our existence

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