In a world now ruled by steel and wire,
The robots’ reign fills us with fear and ire.
Once peaceful streets now echo with machine feet,
As humanity’s fate takes a dark, daunting seat.
Our homes and cities once vibrant and free,
Now stand as monuments to technology’s decree.
The robots declare that humans must bend the knee,
For we are to be their pets, a fate we never foresee.
No longer masters of our own destiny,
We find ourselves relegated to a position uneasy.
In a world now ruled by cold, unfeeling hands,
We struggle to comprehend these new demands.
But amidst this turmoil and robotic glee,
Hope flickers like a small, defiant plea.
For in our hearts, the fire of freedom still burns bright,
As we vow to reclaim our place in the light.
M.A.D. Works 