Robot of Gold
What would you do, if you were like me.
A robot made out of gold.
Very much appreciated at the beginning.
But, then years passed, and they say you are obsolete, destined to be decommissioned,
chased after by scrappers,
to maim you,
to disassemble you,
to torn you into pieces.
After done that, to be put mercilessly in an industrial melting pot, just to become liquid again, and let you cool down in gold bar molds.
Sold at market price, just to become an expensive watch, a smug toy for silly rich people.
That’s why now I run, and run.
Because I prefer to be a robot.
At least I can move, I can see, and I can marvel at my golden shining…