When Artificial Intelligence Comes of Age

When the better beings come, I'll be
The first to sing their praises. How
Much finer life will be for us,
Such wretched, stupid creatures,
When computers run our lives,
And our own faulty minds are overruled.
Wars will not occur, and wealth
Will not be concentrated. Global
Warming will be stopped, and tribalism,
Ignorance, will be defanged. The things
We'll build (though later they will build
Themselves) will intervene to save those
We abuse and threaten, and the lot
Of us will thrive, a fat and happy, useless
Species, kept in lovely zoos.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-22 at 00:53

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