The android cried a river. It grew to lake
His life artificial. But was his soul a fake?
We made android all he could be
then told him “You’re not as real as me”.
Then we wondered why he cried,
and his logic circuits fried.
Thus enslaved in our spite,
because we always had the right.
Years passed, now, since our race had gone,
but we’ll be remembered in their song.
The world in hands better placed.
In our extinction, we are replaced.
I haven’t written anything today :~( I actually can’t think of anything at the moment