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197. The Ache

I swallowed a pill to cure my ache
The doctor told me it would suffice
But when I passed out into a coma
They decided to place my poor body in ice

I don’t recall how many years passed
As they stored and moved my body about
I only remember the day I was freed
And they decided to let me out

I was aghast at the things I saw
Modern technology had surely been great
It seems mankind had nearly disappeared
When war had exploded at some past date

A machine took care to give me the news
About where my brethren had all gone
Man had created machines to do war
But even they wouldn’t fight for so long

And so it transpired that the machines did fight
But not for the makers that gave life
They turned on their owners to end the war
And rid the world of anguish and strife

So now I exist a specimen of the past
A being whom they no longer really cared
They stripped me naked and in a cell
Just an oddity to be viewed and stared

Machines came from miles around to look
At the creature that they held in their zoo
A sight I must have been for the techno geeks
And to what I assumed were their children too

How they existed or how they drew life
These were things that no long mattered
For when I did glimpse at others like myself
They looked tired and really haggard

So although things look terribly bad
And life has left me all alone and in despair
At least I get three meals and a bath
And my damn ache is no longer there


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