Robots. Poem by Roy Storey

Robots.



You say you are free
these are just words.
To blind, the braying hurds.
As living in paradise.
Just a dream of your own device.
So are you free
in any land.
Or part of the growing band.
Of robots.

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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