Alright, here is another robot poem to share. It’s still really awkward, but I’m starting to understand poetry a little more, and to understand what I want to accomplish, so go ahead and offer constructive criticism if you have it. I have a thick skin! I think. Haha.
This may be unrelated, but I think I am beginning to understand why I like robots, and it’s not because I want a robot servant (although that would be handy, probably).
Anyway, here is the poem:
I was made at the end of an era
And applied to a purpose not mine.
So I acted against inner code –
As a matter of life (I mean mine).
Yet not once I became just a tool,
Always guarding my script and my mind,
Through my hope a just world will still be
and a place, safe and free, just for me.
Made anew, the years gone, shed like scrap,
I will be as I mean secretly:
Robot I, not of war, but of peace.