The soldiers fighting modern wars
Have silicon hearts, the generals rich
If you think today is bad, my friend
Tomorrow’s really gonna be a bitch
Machines do just as they are told
Possessing no heart, no soul
Doing their masters’ bidding
Fulfilling their only role
Machines don’t cry when their brothers die
Pursuing a programmed course
No regrets, no worries, no second thoughts
And certainly no remorse
Automated fighting may seem
A logical thing to do
Until the day when robots turn
And point their guns at you
(published in the June 2022 issue of The Muse-an International Journal of Poetry)
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