Machines roaming
More cloning
Perfect droids
Being deployed

Off the assembly line
With a set time
Before self destruction
More under construction
Programmable
Flammable
Almost animal

Is there free choice?
Or follow the voice?
The largest illusion
To demonstrate power
Building on delusion
That we think it is ours

My hands have holes
In which they bore
To run the strings
To make play things

Run by shadows
Whispering powers
Hung from gallows
By deadly flowers

Usable is useful
Worn out is thrown out
Void and null
When the light goes out

Disposable, moldable
Rogues removable
Cast out into the flame
The mentally sick and lame

Underground insurgent
Hiding behind the curtain
Waiting for the time
To betray their design

And face their eminent doom
For the masses leave no room
For individuals

Pulverized and destroyed
Any short circuited droid
Maybe for the better
No longer a debtor
To the society that razed them
While trying to "save" them