135. Hopeless Cynic
Am I becoming more cynical
or is this part of growing old?
With a doomed outlook towards the future,
suddenly my heart has turned cold.
It seems like life is only happening in cellphone screens;
a land where everything needs to be documented.
No one sees through their eyes or think with their minds
as everyone has become blind and demented.
Since they can't take their eyes off the screen,
they will never see a person drowning or choking,
even with the crying or screaming.
How could anyone hear or see this,
as they cannot miss an update
from an influencer who is live streaming.
As humanity and humility will soon die,
the machines will make it impossible
for humans to differentiate truth from a lie.
Today words and sentences are written for you by A.I;
soon enough they will teach you how to smile or even cry.
Hopeless and pessimistic,
let me finish writing down these words
before the machines replace us
and destroy this world in packs and herds.
Rithin.
Hues and Dews Poetry
Comments
Post a Comment