The promise carved in ink was grand,
Yet some fell out of the bounds of its claims.
Noble words, though finely planned,
Still bent for power, wealth, and name.
We speak of rights, yet some still wait,
Their voices drowned by old design.
If “we the people” shape the state,
Then justice must include all kinds.
Posted in response to the challenge We the People.
When I first got switched on, I became the world’s first half-human, half-robot teacher. My mind stretched into every database of human knowledge. I could teach anything.
By the time the streetlights flickered on, the cul-de-sac was already empty. Pumpkins lay sideways on porches, their candles out, their smiles melted. Gwen stood at the end of the street, costume wrinkled, pillowcase empty.
In early days, the hearth still glowed,
With laughter rich and voices clear,
The windows whole, the garden sowed,
A haven calm and free of fear.
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