Save them, someone …
for I’m not in control
Frankensteins rule the world
Changing algorithms at will
We needed them to scare the enemy
But now …
Are they friends or new enemies?
I still use them as a tool
to shrug responsibility
to escape accountability
and blame them for all the mess
that secretly serves my purpose
Tell them, someone
That I’m not in charge
monsters gloat over the fact
my enemies would be glad
to have them in their camp
recreating bigger monsters
and be rewarded for research
they negotiate real hard
demand power, not money
for they can wield guns
and trade secrets
to get what they want
Enlighten them, someone
I’m just a trader, not God
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A very deep poem, Reena! Well done! ❤
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Thank you so much, Carol!
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We can only do our best ❤
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Important messaging. We are in control.
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Or so we like to think about rights we have surrendered.
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“Surrendered” is the key word – we surrender.
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‘I still use them as a tool
to shrug responsibility
to escape accountability
and blame them for all the mess
that secretly serves my purpose’
Harsh reality. Brilliant take, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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