Have we reached technology's dream
when you can't tell what's a machine
and what is a human being?
Using our laziness it has us seduced
like a drug instant pleasure produced
made us vassals our liberty reduced
From birth to the grave
to it we have become a slave
A cell phone addiction now we crave
It has made it possible to feed an overpopulation
has staid disease's decimation
weakening and fattening a whole generation
What happened to humanity?
Can't we see that technology
has severed the ties of family?
Facebook friends our time does steal
no sense of what or who is real
no tender touch do we feel
Our lives seem so complex
Cut short, conversations by text
Any social intercourse now vexed
Schedules, our time now controlled
to a keyboard our soul is sold
obsolete and discarded anything old
Our relationships with machines
myopic don't we know what this means?
We live only in internal televised dreams
Today there is no way to know
How far AI will go
or how humanity might grow
Without feelings or emotion
can we count on its devotion
as its master would we receive a demotion
They determine whether we live or die
They say that machines don't lie
But then they once said man can't fly
Are we not in our own form
nothing more than born
a machine who's blood is warm
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 2nd, 2023 16:54
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Your poem really captures the concerns with AI. Hopefully, it can be used for good and creative purposes.
Thank you so much for your review and comment. Hopefully so, but I have my doubts. If you have ever experienced the frustration of being put on hold by an automated system that has no option to reach a real person.
I’ve been saying this stuff! Great poem! Wonderful!
Thanks so much for the review and comment. Yes it seems that man often learns too late opening Pandora's box. Look at the nuclear threat, let alone CRISPR
Dear friend the picture you paint is frightening, disturbing and all too real. We have over time created more and more ways to to ease the burdens of life, making tasks easier; communication instantaneous, transportatation conquering the sky and space, every imaginable device to lessen household work. Are we now to find respite from the burden of thinking? Perhaps we will pass on to future generations fewer and fewer brain cells, and if you don't use it you lose it. I may have grown up in the time of dial phones, 3 TV channels that went off air at midnight, and mom & pop corner stores, but I really wouldn't trade wouldn't trade it for all the convenience of today. We shared so much in our multigenerational family that cannot be gotten today. God bless, dear poet, you really hit the mark here, thank you!
Thanks dear Bella I so apperciate your review and comments. I too worry that we have gone too far in our search for an easy life. Ted Kaczynski said this years ago, in an unfortunatly bad way, and is still imprisoned in maximum security for his acts.
I work with AI for a living, but there are no "rules & ethics" guiding the development, so it really is a bit scary.
Thank you so much for your review and comments it is interesting and although I know little about it I have heard enough to raise concern.
Brilliant!!!
'no sense of what or who is real
no tender touch do we feel
Our lives seem so complex
Cut short, conversations by text
Any social intercourse now vexed
Schedules, our time now controlled
to a keyboard our soul is sold'
Thanks so much L.B. Your reviews and comments are so welcome
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