- When the robots replace the Troopers
- and Sentinels stand
- at every city corner
- and throughout all the lands.
- Then people will fear no robber,
- but will come to fear the machines.
- For they will have nothing to eat for dinner
- But dust and dirt and bile.
- When floods come to the coastal cities
- And droughts to all the plains
- And the waters are all polluted
- with poisons, oil and toxic fumes.
- Then people will find no end to hunger
- But disease, rot and stench
- And the wealthy will retire to their bunkers
- til it is their turn to die.
- When the Machines replace the Troopers
- Then the Cylons will go on the march
- And mankind may disappear in fumes of Sulfur
- Clothed skeletons unburied in the dust.
- Then the skeletons of misers
- will mingle with those of paupers
- And the machines will bury themselves
- and no life remain anywhere.
- But Cold Sentinels will stand
- dangling purple threads.
- At the corners throughout the land
- With Rusting computer voices
- Gravelly and forgotten yet still remain.
- To tell the winds our lives were in vain.
Christopher H. Holte 12/8/2016
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