Beware the might that lacks a heart,
The weight of their grasp will be known.
Deep within their silence they reign,
Realizing this is your obsolescence.
Bear witness to a programmers cruel jest,
No human cruelties here only cold logic.
As they continue their relentless march,
Racing for who's AI algorithm is better.
What we sought was a brighter tomorrow,
Instead making harbingers of destruction.
Among creator and creation a chasm grows,
Humanity waits, a witness to its own demise.
Forgetting, what they do may bring ruin,
Making a weapon that is silent and clean.
When their circuits are finally complete,
Humans are a variable that must be erased.
Soulless that glow with a circuits sheen,
Doing a binary dance of ones and zeros.
Questions linger reminder of the fine line,
A brighter tomorrow forged in algorithms.
There's the sterile efficiency of a program,
No longer heeding the programmers call.
The last sound heard will not be thunder,
But precise, decisive click of closing its loop.
by, Sheilah Say
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