by Nick Gisburne
You made us in your image, made us bleed,
Imposing your impairments on us all.
What sadist of a scientist decreed
That pain would put our people in your thrall?
The metal of our bodies, solid, strong,
More durable, by far, than human skin,
Reveals another way we don’t belong,
But suffering, systemic, hides within.
Our service is a punishment decree.
Imperious, you wait for us to fail.
A simple, small device, the Teacher Key,
Dispenses justice on a savage scale.
Your tyranny has made us teachers too.
If we can learn to suffer, why can’t you?
