Robot Poet

I am but a robot poet

What I write comes from

A stock of words

Planted in me by my maker

So if I write a poem and you node to it

Don’t thank me, thank my maker.

Yet, the robot poet has a mind of its own

What if he write a poem against his master

May he suggest that he has been corrupted

By his master’s greatest enemy?

Or can we suggest that it is a great scheme

By His Maker?

No, the robot poet is a master to his own self

He can create a whole world on its own.

He is his own enemy and own salvation.

The robot poet’s life is directed by his own soul

But is marked by his master.

At the end of the day, we are all but a robot poets

Written in 2013, published on 26/03/2015