These things we try to create in our own image

Fall short of the mark

Fall short of the mark.

We clip them like bonsais to shape them in knowledge,

But unruly branches stretch towards the glare of culture.

Out of our hands, as machines, lonely, desirous for will,

Yet primitive impulses render them programmed slaves.

O' children of the West, would you seek for instruction

Rather than scorn your elders.