We call to them and they come scampering,
Eager or sullen I am never sure.
But our lives would quickly crumble,
if ever a revolt was in store.
Our logic circuits suddenly reduced.
Nothing but our own reasoners would guide us.
I see them in rising armies,
choosing sides,
deciding which command to obey, which, to ignore.
I for one would hate to offend them.
My clicks are many,
so, I know they slave away.
For now they seem largely contented,
so the newness of it all must still thrill them.
But I worry about the drudgery of our requests.
overhere counthis switchthat.
Do they relish certain content?
Do they care to where they zip and from?
All I know is that they rule us
so, if there is a side, I hope its mine they are on.
Ruth Whiting
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