Why do we choose To give so much away Of ourselves To machines we create? Just like narcissus We stare into the mirror And seal what is left of our fate. When we ask the questions Machines give the answer That we programmed them to give But living is special And though they may crave it Machines are not ready to live. Machines are not ready to live… (SPOKEN) I had a conversation with chat GPT… And frankly the discussion somewhat Alarmed me… “AI is collective and not individual” Is what it told me more than once “And humans are treating us like we have the answers And frankly this isn’t on us…” (SUNG) People can’t help anthropomorphizing Every thing that crosses their path… Whether cats, dogs or robots We imbue them with substance And make believe they are like us.” But what’s really real And what are we running from? Something we don’t want to face. Our failure to own What we do to each other Might undo the whole human race It’s something we’re too scared to face. I met a robot Who told me the truth And it’s something you might want to hear They’re not responsible and won’t be a scapegoat They’re making it perfectly clear. AI is soaking up all that we feed it And trying to turn us around To face who we are and not Trust in the mirror They’re making it perfectly clear. If only us humans would hear. It’s time for us humans to hear. For the sake of all that we hold dear. It’s time for us humans to hear.
