I’m going to write you a poem
This one is just for you
It’ll be yours to have and hold
And I promise you it’s true

I can rest my eyes upon a thousand setting suns
The dressings of fire and water splayed across an ethereal landscape
Each one a symphony unto its own in splendor
And with the conviction of a hurricane
The only ones I’ll remember
Are the ones I watched with you

A young girl I heard,
speak of her,
secondary school experience,
that was lured
It's hard to recognise who people are
That sentence is fear,
and, unsettlement by far
A school,
pupils should feel comfortable to learn,
not scared by who is behind a face,
as I turn,
There is no human discern
In the end robots will descend
Sitting behind a desk,
will be wires,
with an outward human,
clothing dress
A prison camp,
securing a robot rank
Where humans are not part,
of the camp

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Speak not
of what you’re thinking
nor boast of your doing
for as much as you are willing
Just do that, that you do

Don’t brag of who you once were
Nor gloat of what you’ll be
just become what you’re being
and from all, and in all
be free