AI

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

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I remember watching I Robot which was scary, and now we have scary on the doorstep. We are so stupid as a species, we could stop it all, yet that won’t happen. Such a topical write Soren and in the news big time this week. A well written piece, a worrying thought of what might be in store. All the best.

Chris

[Soren]

Thanks so much Chris for this review and poignant comments.

[emmajoygreen]

What a finely created piece of writing, a poem that shouts in such a humane manner, we should all stand up and cheer. How breathtaking your attitude is, how wretched you've had to express your feelings in such a concerned, near tragic way. As you say using that bold and adamant font,

'Our relationships with machines
myopic don't we know what this means?
We live only in internal televised dreams'

Brilliantly written, should be used to incite poets/writers, artists, sculptors glassblowers et al to form a union pro heart and hand made beauty. Yes?

[Soren]

Thank you so much Emmajoy I feel humbled at such gracious praise and appreciate your review

[emmajoygreen]

Meant every word, Soren. Perhaps we should use what was given to us at birth: the use of limbs and a brain that need be used as intended rather than become robots, instructed to use what some invented force instructs?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am real, this poem is real, Soren. And I believe you are.
but how do we know for sure? And imagine what is like now for those of us who teach English courses and get papers that make it hard to tell the difference?
It is so sad.
Maybe we have all turned into warm blooded machines.
This poem is too accurate and scary.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob for the review just a thought with much in the news about computers that write poetry, paint pictuers, and lately that lie.

[John the Baptist]

An interesting comment here on a topic that's been gaining attention recently. Are we in danger of becoming subject to our machines? Of course this possibility was posed years ago by the film "2001: A Space Odyssey," in which an intelligent computer did indeed try to overthrow its operator. It remains a possibility, but as long as there are human hands willing and able to pull a plug, I don't see it as a reality.

[Soren]

Thanks so much John for the review and comment. Yes I thought so too until it was explained to me that should one go berserk it like a virus can infect all others so the only way to deal with it is to unplug everything. People would not put up with that.