There is a new colonization, just wait let me tell you, enthusiasts.
Chills and spasms and sometimes, open curious chasms
I fret at times at the looming impotence, Alas!
When the inventor is held ransom by the inventee, gasp!
I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?
My lover- soldier, dreadful of the front at war,
Lost to the infallible robot, devoid of a heart.
In the guise of shame praised the bot, suppressing a curse.
And now with no wages, he engages in livid living.
I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?
Did I tell you of my pal, Crazy Tracy? Let me tell you…
She walked in on his man, satisfying his carnal impulses,
With the apathetic ruse, Sophia; how the unruly muse broke her heart
She could just kill her yet she was semi-dead, quasi-human.
I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?
A clerical duty, been holding couple of years,
Came to a halt recently, when the ogress of a boss, citing my imperfections
Found a finer replacement, superior in every way but emotions.
The robot went to work, a model of perfection, flattering the inventor
I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?
Make no mistake, no prejudice, this is my take.
Inventions wrought civilizations; from the Galileo to Boromeo
It lit the world, adorned homes, villagized the globe.
But beware! It wrought the Titanic too, and all there was to die for.
So, I worry, shall the creature colonize the creator?
Read – Her Mother’s Daughter – A Poem by Neba Terry-Phebe Ngum, Cameroon
