The Fatal Mirror Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Steel minds grow strong and fast,
Tools we make, our shadows cast.
For wealth, for might, for war's loud call,
AI helps us stand up tall.

But history whispers, low and deep,
Of power's lure, where bad seeds sleep.
When hearts are set on gaining ground,
Old hurts and harms will still be found.

These thinking tools, they have no will,
Just what we teach, they will fulfill.
Our hopes, our fears, our selfish plea,
They echo back, for all to see.

A mirror bright, they show us clear,
The good we hold, the lurking fear.
In hands that crave, and seek to bend,
This mighty help could be our end.