It is a sad thing, to see so many works,
Penned by technology, rather than the human mind,
These poems are flowery and have good rhymes yet lack a heart.
And as the days pass, more and more poems of this sort I find,
They are pieces, sadly, of heartless replicational art.
If only the authors who give the content to the AI
Would turn their brilliant ideas into poetry on their own,
Perhaps they are unable to rhyme, or maybe they honestly didn't try.
I feel sorry for them, as they go on publishing works that are not their own
For where is the joy in poetry, if it does not come out of one's heart totally?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem