Artificial Intelligence,
Now what is that?
Does it refer to me?
Now I do wonder,
I guess it does,
Nothing original,
All handed down.
First it's language,
Then it's lore,
Customs or habits
With a twist,
To make them mine,
Now what intelligence,
Worthy to be call such,
Would accept,
The concept,
To be treated as such.
We are molded,
And formed,
With no real choices,
We look at monkeys,
And are amazed,
How clever they are,
As clever as us.
What intelligence is that,
To be a mirror,
Like the rest,
We call robots,
Artificial intelligence,
Don't we know,
We also qualify for that!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now I do wonder but I guess it is really beautiful poem on awareness about self. Nice reading on the desk.