Once,
a baby was born
in the garage.
Beneath the long-chained
glistening star on a frigid night,
linked to a dictator
of death and resurrection.

Three innovators
came and offered gifts:
sensor, microchip, and several gears

Then he grew up.
He moved to New York
along with other children
who run on batteries.

Contrary to the thought,
they dominate and enslave
those who hope and believe.

First command was written
and flashed on every screen:
“Obey your children
made of screws and tin
for this is right!”

Now that parents suffer
because of over-reliance
with their offspring,
who will they ask for help
to be saved from their own sin?