Disabled Soul!

I know not why I’m here
I want not to discern
I’m just a robot
Like that landed in Mars
With no mind of it’s own

I keep filling my wallet
I keep grabbing for self
And I pause not to question
That will slow me down
The pace of my seizing more

At the end of my mission
Or, when my eyes fail in vision
I know not whether I will be re-cycled
Or, dumped to rot
To complete that disintegration

That inbuilt greed
For more, for much more
Simple commands
Programmed within
Disables my soul

Henry Victor 05.06.2008

Futility

I saw in me a comical behavior
Filling water in a leaking pot
And to this I added another routine
Task of faithful locking gates
Of my yard, behind and front
With fine padlocks
While the entire fence
Of my enclosure had crumbled down

Henry Victor 14.05.2007