He shall, he be,
The child of 21st century?
With a big, great head
Wheels for legs and guns for hands
Computer for a brain,
A machine for a heart
A nose with an oxygen mask
And eyes with a microscope.
With no sentiment nor emotion,
With no feeling of love…
Only feeling of hatred
Only thoughts of violence
With no care of humanity
With on thoughts of brotherhood.
Oh! How shall he be,
The child of the 21st century.