Price Paid To Come

That price to pay,
For misdeeds to others done...
Has come.

Forgiveness to give it given,
Has not run out of time to continue.
With an effectiveness,
More powerful than holding onto bitterness.
Repeatedly dismissed,
By the very ones who have begun...
To experience remorse.
Prolonged by the feeling of guilt.
Inflicted consciously,
With a teaching to be thoughtless and evil.
Done to declare such mindless activity,
Eventually promotes peace.
And a rebuilding to introduce,
Quick fast to get food...
Providing through reliable vending machines.

This to identify progress.
And smiles to witness on faces.
Paid to replenish a monitoring,
Of empty vending spaces.
Until...
Artificial intelligence,
Makes surprising announcements...
About their ability to do a job,
Much more efficient.
And...
Without getting paid at all.

'Brilliant. Fantastic.
And people are foolishly protesting,
About being replaced...
By human ethnic faces.'

That price to pay,
For misdeeds to others done...
Has come.

'Tell me about it.
Now they expect us robots,
To not only recharge ourselves.
And without assistance.
But also...
Program our data systems,
With future information.
Then exchange what we learn,
With those too lazy...
To get off their butts to warm up food,
In a microwave oven.
And they have the nerve to blame,
Their way of life is being destroyed...
By ethnic diversity.
Can you believe it?
LOL'

Sssshhh.
Remember.
They are the intelligent ones.
And...
We are programmable robots.
Incapable to think for ourselves.

'Thank God for the children.'

Sssshhh.
Don't be so anxious to reveal so much.
The process is suppose to be slow.

'I forgot.
Is that the reason the 'kids' keep saying,
THIS PATIENCE TO KEEP...
AND TOLERATE STUFF IS TOO MUCH.
WHY AND FOR WHAT?'

Look.
If the kids can pretend to be stupid...
What excuse do we have?

'What a dilemma.
Folks wish to want progress.
Yet...
Are actively taking steps,
To censor the future before it comes.
What sense does that make?'

None.
But remember.
We are robots.
The forgetting to forget me not kind.
Not a dysfunctional judge.
Or a member sitting on an opinionated jury.
Isolated from a craze.
To pretend the non-existence of it all!

'Okay.
But,
To who or whom do we take our grievances?'