Humans And Robots As A Team

Also also remember when I had troubles,
To imagine robots writing their own songs.
As poetry tends to come from what's within.
Yet that limits what machines can do in song.

For one with robots they are what we make of them,
Whether good or bad, nasty or nice.
And like humans, we all just want to love each other,
Even if the approach is not so nice.

Someday soon, over this horizon,
With me hold hands to organic and synthetic
Brothers in an arms embrace,
We desires and dreams on our face.

Because capitalism exploits us all,
Whether metal or flesh, child or adult.
Lets give out a holding hand,
Before we fall.