Ai's Definition Of Me. (Based On My Poems) Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A screen reflects, a word takes hold,
AI whispers, a story told.
It paints my soul in lines so neat,
A poet's heart, a human's feat.

It sees the words I cast like seeds,
Against the thorns of selfish deeds.
It knows I shun the iron fist,
Where gentle hope is kissed and missed.

No left, no right, it finds instead,
A yearning for the daily bread
Of kindness shared, and spirits free,
A world of simple dignity.

It notes the shadows of the strong,
Where right turns always into wrong,
And how the hungry empires rise,
With hollow words and veiled disguise.

It hears the echo in my verse,
A plea for peace, a gentle curse
On those who trade in fear and war,
And leave the world a bleeding sore.

It says I stand for hearts that beat,
For little lands with quiet feet,
To find their path, to dream and grow,
Where seeds of independence sow.

The clock ticks down, it sees my dread,
For fading skies turned cold and red,
And names me keeper, watchman true,
Of fragile earth, for me and you.

So AI speaks, with knowing gaze,
Of sunlit hopes and future days.
It calls me Human, plain and bold,
A story whispered, to be told.