Of God & Machines: A Poetry
Does the maker,
In harmony
Create chaos...
Nay the machines
Steal the rights,
Of commoners...
The dream of
Building
A God...
Remains.
We aspire
To be gods
And yet belittle
And so do these,
The machines...
The fire within
To achieve
The indefinite.
A long lost
Memory...
Somewhere
Deep within.
Men & Machines
Dreaming
An eternal
Dream...
Of being God
Themselves.
Fusion
Iston i-caradir,
mi dae
cen chaos...
Ú-machin
goll lín,
i-naiar...
Olor o
carad
Eru...
darthar.
Merim ilfirin,
na i-Eru,
a telir hain,
na-machin.
Naur mi nór,
an carad
i-ú-chebin.
Hanthad en-iaun,
nan dôr...
i nauthannen
na neledh.
Edain a Machi,
na oloar
i-laer
na i-Eru
hain.
End
Subject: A poetry full of metaphors describes the state of humanity in a post machine intelligence era, where they race to create superintelligence at the cost of dehumanizing humans.
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What do you think is the reason behind it? I mean humans have been like this. There used to be wars far worse than today's world, people used to gather and see a fellow human being getting humiliated. The ways may have changed but the cycle is same?
It is the ego within, the way humans see themselves that is reflected in there behaviour, it is sad but something to be learnt from especially at the dawn of a new age of machines. Thank you for reading my works 😊🥰