Users

Go to the computers and hail the users,
Their programs are unique according to the losers.
Here inside the mini-computers are super works,
Then work yourself with boldness like clerks.

Go to those with the profession that hurts,
A body of ice married us to the water-alerts.
A computer will correct us from the snow,
This machine works, this world is to know.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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