Artificial Intelligence Poem by Linda Hepner

We are the AI’s of our genes;
they created us, and bit by bit
put us together. It took time
but they produced us, vast and faulty, writ
unwieldy, disobedient machines
and unreliable. Their deadly crime

is tweaking us to fix our mind
they did not mean to grow out of control
plumbing consciousness and using
useless memories we call our soul
which we in yearning wish to call mankind
but in our turn like genes kill by abusing.