Homo Machina
The Future Of Human Evolution
grey will not do metallic's justice
as silver shows no tempting
no, tones will pale into all skins
corridor lengths of emptiness
seen within computed eyes
and nothing the machines do
can hold a grace in our hands
no metal can truly see art
steel ignorance of telling brush strokes
what evolution takes from our touch
these once bountiful gardens
once Eden
once Paradise
the flowers, such colour is lost
the us that defined us
make no mistake
they can kill in the shallows
they can work with no muscle
knowing no empathy
no mercy
they have only coldness
a brief of finality
leaving us behind in shameful mists
any last shred of will to resemble us
they are the future of our future
and we are them
and we, our death
no, tones will pale into all skins corridor lengths of emptiness seen within computed eyes and nothing the machines do can hold a grace in our hands a wonderful poem. futuristic, tony
A bit chilling, but fascinating reading. Congrats on poem of the day!
thanks for reading Machina and taking the time to comment, much appreciated
no metal can truly see art steel ignorance of telling brush strokeknowing no empathy no mercy they have only coldness a brief of finality. A warning for the human society. Congratulations
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
knowing no empathy no mercy they have only coldness a brief of finality - - - - - - - - - - - - they are the future of our future and we are them and we, our death - - - - The reckless development of humanoids would only spell doom for man.A great poem of the Day, Congratulations Clive Culverhouse.
thanks for reading, , , .,