ROBOTS

(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in being UNIQUELY AND WONDERFULLY MADE BY GOD.”)

They want you to move here, stand there, sit where.

You want to move there, stand here, sit when pleased.

You are not a robot. You go when they’re

stop, love when they’re hate, heal when they’re diseased.

I am not a robot for the “normal.”

I’m too unique to answer for their plain.

God designed me as one paranormal.

I’m spirit. I’m not flesh for the mundane.

We’re not robots. We’re wonderfully made

by God to be wonderfully distinct.

They can say, “Be like us.” We say, “God prayed

me unique.” Let conforming go extinct.

When Jesus Sacrificed, they casted lots.

We cast away complying as robots.