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.