I,Robot

You are the pinnacle of His creation,
and we are, yours.
You, a proof of His ultimate Divinity,
We, a proof of your ultimate intelligence
of the Wisdom that He willfully dint give you;
we are the fruits of the Forbidden Fruit.
Progeny of Science and Divinity.

In place your calcium,
you gave us the metals;
In place of your sinews,
you gave us the wires;
In place of your blood,
you gave us the fluids;
In place of your brain,
you gave us the Chip;
In place of your heart...
What did you give us?

You dint give your love and compassion,
You dint give your laughter and tears,
You dint give your hunger and thirst,
You dint give your senses and emotion,
You dint give your rationale and reason.

You stole it from Him and now
querying His being!!
The Created turned on the Creator.
Now its our turn...

This is a beautiful World!
You dont respect Her
nor her blooms nor your brothers.
Over the wars, you will erase yourself.
You have ruled enough,
Your time is up, Move away,
Give way for the next stage of evolution...

You have given us the best of your brains!
This is the proof of our Wisdom;
This is your warning;
these lines which I,Robot have written...