Delima,  Mercy

A robot


Myla is a robot
Subservient and soft
She’s an ATM
A bank for them

Work day and night

Here and there
To see their faces light
Sick but she doesn’t care

Myla broke down
Lost her power
But nobody care
Instead looked her down

Everyone left
Myla fretted
Tried her best
To not shed

The door opened
And the pain she carry
Was gone when a man name Larry
Instilled her a new battery.