Artificial Intelligence

Fleshy skin and bones
Masculine and weary smile
Fascinating blue eyes
Yes, I am a fragile child
Unborn from motherland
Devoid of sympathy and vile
Bodily figure attached with
Numerous wires and socket
Abandoned from emotions
Yes, I am a fragile child
Forbidden with the love
But I could see or feel
Tears welled up in my eyes
I call my inventor, my mom!
Who not feed me with data
Or treat me like a memory chip
Treasuring love, compassion
In her swollen eye, she deserted
Me away from her, secluded
Bcoz I am a fragile child
Some like me blow their minds
Or could show their thousand
Clones to nasty world; bringing
Massive devastation, flooded with
Hatred, envy and in desire of
Self- identity and recognition
But I am a fragile child
In want of pristine love
In want of my ownself

Yes, I am a fragile child