Honey, The Kids Are Robots

Didn't your mother ever tell you to stick with the program?

Honey, The Kids Are Robots

I am not a robot.

You would believe the opposite,

but I devour the humanity you leave behind.

The world outside of our cages is cruel

and condescending.

Mom and Dad don't know how to tell their kids

that we won't live forever,

so they make us feel as though we are invincible

even though our fragile minds are defeated with repetition

again and again

and again...and again...

Ah, tell me about it.

They tell us that one day,

we’ll become just as great,

but we don’t want to become great,

we just want to become something.

Many want to become anything other than Mom and Dad

and that’s the sad truth.

They’re supposed to set a prime example,

But their artificial minds have been permanently wired.

There’s no change in circuit.

It’s just the same old dialogue.

Our brains are being ground by the media

and the program is forced down our throats.

We are given half-truths

and if not that,

then lies piled onto a spoon and chugga-chugga-choo-choo!

Here comes the lie train!

Open wide!

Chomp!

We gobble it down because we're all just children

and we are the children of children.

How could any of us know better

when our young minds are taught by those feeding us

who are the better liars

and those that criticize us

who are the better judgement?

We are programmed like robots

to do what we were born to do;

make money,

follow the rules,

stay in line,

make a change,

but keep your mouth shut,

wear a tie if you’re a boy,

wear a skirt if you’re a girl,

and if you’re a boy, pull up your sleeves.

if you’re a girl, pull up your stockings.

Don’t show your legs too much.

You look like a hooker.

Don’t wear makeup.

You look like a girl.

Our parents scowl when they see us

because they keep thinking we’re caught on overdrive,

but how could we be okay?

Our metal minds are melding

and we’re beginning to think that it’s all wrong.

The system is corrupted

and we’ve been told to just fall in line,

but we know so well that it won’t change for us.

We know what you did.

There's an error in your data,

but you have chosen corruption

over correction.

We are surrounded by machines driving machines.

Oh, the disbelief and horror,

but they leave it to us to repair ourselves.

How can we know better

when they refuse to let us know

and their regrets are passed down

through their most deadly lie,

love.

What kind of love is so unempathetic?

Could it really be unconditional

when the children of children

are playing in a dollhouse together

and the moment one steps out from behind the plastic doors,

the other shuts them in.

I’m not a robot.

I’m as close to a human as I want to be.

I may not be fully mature,

but I know what I want.

I would rather live in blood and flesh

than be tangled in wires and code,

so I implore you,

check ‘yes’ if you’re not a robot.

Metal hearts may be durable,

but can they really ache?

Author's Note

How I've been feeling living in this society for a while now...

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Holy Joe, this was quite an amazing trip into your heart, mind and soul. And amazing spirit G.C. Seguin. An epic articulate, entertaining, wild and vast, deep and meaningful piece of writing this G.C. intelligent, articulate, evolving, understanding, deep and thoughtful. And I agree totally with your thoughts. We are all unique and wish to be treated that way. Not as something of a conveyer belt. We all like different things and appreciate our own uniqueness too and style.