Of Men & Machines
“Man makes machines to man the machines that make the machines.”
— Pete Townshend
If I’m alive a thousand years from now
How strange and changed the world might seem to me
Will men remain in charge, will they be free?
Or to machine overlords will men bow?
The world around us changes so quickly
What in the past took a generation
Now instantly, vast acceleration
Days are blurred, unfolding ominously
One thing for sure, machines are on the rise
Artificial outstrips the natural
Their logic cold, their reach perpetual
What fate awaits beneath their watchful eyes?
Remember man was given dominion
Over the beasts on land, and fowls in the air
Yet poisoned earth and skies beyond repair
A steward flawed, derelict of mission
Perhaps the world’s better off with machines
Logical, unfeeling, emotionless
Not prone to anger; nor seek to impress
Their justice blind, impartial as it deems
But I dare think mankind’s redeemable
We’ll tame machines; not be subjugated
Then we’ll reform, mend our errors instead
And rise to build a world more sensible
Yet still, the choice remains within our hands
God placed us here to thrive, the chosen ones
To rise above, despite the setting suns
Our fate is ours, to shape these fertile lands
12-24-2024
© Vic Evora
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