Automatons
8 June, 2005
Author: Holly
Their brains are plucked out; their heads are hollow,
And they are shown which paths to follow.
Never questioning all the suffering and strife.
As they travel down the conveyer belt, known as life.
Walking mindlessly on, lead forth by desire,
They have no control over what may transpire,
Guys must like girls, and girls must like guys,
No room for objection, they drink up the lies.
They are told their mission is to be the same,
As everyone else, this is their aim.
Whether it be look, or point of view,
They must stick to what’s right if they’re to get through.
Accepting each cliché, as if it were their fate,
Never defining anything as simply love or hate.
Over-analyzing, but never understanding,
Lost amongst fashion trends the media is demanding.
Going where ever their paths lead them,
Their closed minds allow them no freedom.
Like robots from a factory, build to destroy,
Too late they realize, there’s no path to joy.
------- Author's Notes -------
An automaton is someone who behaves in an apathetic or mechanical way. |
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| Mike (82.35.78.155) -- Friday, June 10 2005, 06:10 pm I can relate to this poem. People see me and point, smile or laugh because I'm what they'd call "a freak". They feel that everyone has to look the same, and if someone stands out they're automatically an outcast. Loved this poem. |
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