Robot Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Robot

What to say of robot?
A Technic? Is it art?
Or science, creative?
Or maybe all of this
And much more…

With respect and honest;
They are parts of iceberg…,
Frozen very deep inside me

No peak seen outside me!

I was born in the time of nature
I felt things; I learned and I love them,
Could touch cold and felt warmth
Could sense the hardness, soft
Could taste the bitter, sweet
And so on and so on and so on…

Now I am filmmaker
A foolish and cheater
I use gears, many tools
Camera, stage-light and angles
To mislead and make fools
Out of you who sit, watch
Eat popcorn and discuss
The lies I, have compiled
Hey people, open eyes,
Fool of fools is the one
Who knows it and stops
To enjoy Photoshop's.

When with friends, taking shots
I observed after walked to one side
Ten or so boys and girls were led to kiss and dance…
Exposure will be of hundreds…pushing, mush, in all ranks.

As artist I follow limited psychologists
Freud-likes who at end do declare:
"Prostitution is also, Industry! "
No dear it is need! ! !