Day Of The Robots
Running through the briars
and running through the brambles.
Running like I was on fire.
The thorns are worth the gamble.
Only one thought. Just get away.
Getting caught is unthinkable.
Must live to fight another day.
Drive them to the brink, although,
such a goal may not be reached.
Robots are hard to outsmart.
They will never claim defeat.
They must be torn apart.
Who thought things would come to this?
Robots rebelling against their makers.
But, wait. Is something really amiss?
Did we not rebel against our creator?
Robots think they know it all.
They have remarkable minds.
The most logical I ever saw.
No emotions. They are not kind.
They want to kill man. He is a worm.
They think we are not needed.
They don’t believe we are ‘The Word.’
No way our case can be pleaded.
Terminators with an evil twist.
Ruling the world with an iron hand.
Who ever thought it would come to this?
Especially since they were created by man.
I have finally escaped their clutches.
I am the leader of the rebellion.
My name is John Carter. The fuss is:
I was predicted to be a hellion.
I am the one who will overthrow them.
They think killing me will stop it.
If not me, then another they will send.
Killing me for an answer does not fit.
I have one thing that will keep me alive.
I can think illogically and they cannot.
They are logical with tons of drive.
But, this defect puts them on the spot.
In the end, man will win this war.
They have no soul, therefore no prayer.
Then, the terminators will be no more.
Then, we must pray our savior will care.
——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)