Human and machine

Dark clouds bring us tears and flood
On this point, where i stood
They
create walls and bridges
between me and my sisters.

We are separated 
on a land that we thought to be fertile
but is barren due to oversupply
of water that we cry, of the tear from the sky.

The sky feels sad, you make him mad,
when your plan to ease yourself
with machine, Lego and robots,
you destroy others' lungs, heart and throat.
the easiness turns madness.
And now.
Let me ask in tears,
If roses are reds, and violets are blue,
for the world to be great, what will you do?

Nisa Zainodin
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