Rampage
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Hilary Bowman, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2007
There's a steel-grey robot
Marching towards the sky
With diamonds in its pocket
And death in its eye
Wheels turn, engines hiss
Industrial delusion
Steam whistles in the air
Calling for the conclusion
Stars past the grey-cloud sky
A shape blots out the moon-
Hear the click of cogs come close
It'll all be over soon...