we are not machines
who plod and carry out
each command
we are not flawless
each detail under scrutiny of
an obsessive eye
we are not steel
whose tears will not corrode
and rust our gleaming skins
we are not tireless
fueled only by wires
and electricity
we are not immune
to the disease called
insecurity
we are not doubtless
and looking forward
to eternity
we are not immortal
existing not on love but on
harsh commands and cheques
but we are not human
for your callous glare
and coarse voice
robbed us of our hope-filled souls.