Humanity

One day we'll be dead bodies 
Controlled machines without emotions 
Stared at hopeless of the life 
Slaves of imaginary happiness 
Representatives of artificial world 
Killed and smothered freedom 
In prisoners of dead earth 
Truth which loses its breathe 
Is watched by black eye the future 
Once listening of a wise man words 
The answer was the man 
Today the wind shattered all hope 
Material between creators 
Moulded of brittle clay reflection of invisible gods