Workers of the World Feel Fright!

Workers of the World Feel Fright!
The Robots come with Steel so bright,

Their lights will glow, and flash and hum,
You've had your lot, your out old Chum!

To sit upon the hard curbside,
As Robots commit Humanicide,
And make irrelevant all that was,
As Oligarchs, in towers above,
Count their profits on adding machines.
And dream their silly luxuriant dreams.

Of Nature Parks, and empty World,
Of Humanity, strictly curtailed.
Rendered down to just the chosen few,
To live above Mother Natures Zoo.

And what Utopian dream this is,
A world with out the Plebians cyst.

The rot of Humanity unbridled,
By Robot hand shall soon be stifled.

Actually, might be a good idea.

A Nihilist poem by Tamara Wilding 2016