Our Children, The Machines

By: adamb
Competition Year: 2013
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We sit for our children,
Born from our minds,
We wonder the future with them,
And ponder the past without them.

There is nowhere to escape,
There is nowhere to run away,
We sit for our children,
There is no other way.
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