When Kasparov made his chess moves
and Deep Blue did react upon them, did become involved,
without any emotion did mathematically calculate
exactly what the moves of that brilliant human being did mean,
in its tinned-brain it did come to an own conclusion
and out of thousands of deductions did astonish with its own moves
and yet no machine could, even the most powerful,
recognize its own faults by itself,
or understand that at times there is a premonition, a fine feeling,
that leads to greater meaning.
The game was lost four times to two times against the human,
Chung-Jen Tan did reprogram that computer
and with me the fear does remain that tinned-brains with knowledge
at a time will decide emotionless over the destiny of some people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem