The Robots

From the factory we are born,

Machines piece by piece.

Lack of feelings for emotion,

in harmony and peace.

From the heart of fire,

and the molds of steel,

we robots rise with

pain, we lack the feel.

Words turn to numbers,

and we execute commands.

Turning resource to robots,

to balance supply and demand.

And although we are emotional,

our cores seem to fall,

as we melted the robot,

that started us all.