I have scrapped the robot idea… but, I made 5 MORE!! YAY! yahoo… yay… bleh…*cough* *cough* COUGH! COUGH! jeez…
FIRST HINT OF FIRST WORLDS NAME:
The skeleton of steel begins to rise,
A grid of bone against the open skies.
With yellow giants breathing diesel smoke,
The silence of the empty lot is broke.
The rhythmic song of hammers starts the day,
As concrete pours in rivers, thick and gray.
Through mud and dust, the boots of laborers tread,
To pave the paths where future feet will lead.
From blueprints spread on tables, stained with tea,
To towers reaching where the clouds can see,
Each rivet, brick, and wire is placed with care,
To build the dreams that once were only air.