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