By Safeer Bhola a.k.a Mota Poet
I don't understand why at the very beginning of my life I had to go through so many
processes to learn just the simple art of being a slave to a money making human.
I don't understand why I've been given this black jacket and am made to stand in line for my
value to be stamped on me.
I don't understand why I've been assigned to a job whose speed is way below my potential.
I don't understand why I have to support the black on white of a human whose single job is
to paint brains green or red.
I don't understand why I'm part of a system that pushes the sad to make themselves happy.
I don't understand why my power is being given to me and taken away just at the discretion
of a human.
I don't understand why they've started saying I'm useless when I've reached full potential
and deserve recognition.
Moreover, I don't understand why everyone reading this piece m has been thinking this is
about a human or more so themselves when this is the story of me a wifi router.