As I look out on the street

I see what humanity has become

We are mere specks on the radar of life now.

Why is that?

Well,

There are these metal men

Walking around

Saying delete.

There are more just like me

Watching

Waiting

Hoping they don't find us

But in the end there seems to be no hope.

Or is there

This lone figure

At the heart of the matter

Is standing solo against these creatures

As soon as I spot him

My eyes don't stray

He seems strange

Yet familiar to me.

I come out from my hiding spot

A mere two year old

My parents having been converted already

But this lone figure gives me the courage I need

To step out of the shadows

And up to my worst fears.

I am proud to be of this earth

And nothing will ever take that away from me.