Circuits incomplete,
batteries quickly deplete,
for the obsolete.
Standing on their metal feet,
as the programmers delete,
buttons pressed they weren't discreet.
Destroying the fleet,
as ordered by the elite,
no one missed a beat.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoésieEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
