You Can't Boo Me Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

At graduation, bright and grand,
A speaker stood, with flag in hand.
He spoke of robots, smart and new,
But some in the crowd just said, 'Boo! '

He paused, surprised, a little vexed,
'You can't boo me, ' he then confessed.
'I'm the Vice President, you see! '
He seemed to think that set him free.

But boos still came, a steady sound,
As he stood there, on hallowed ground.
'If you must say, ' some whispered low,
'Your power, then it does not flow.'

Some folks recalled, long, long ago,
Words he said, a different show.
Now on one side, he takes his stand,
Serving a leader, close at hand.

The young cadets, with futures bright,
May question what is wrong and right.
They see the world, its changing face,
And AI's role, in time and space.

Arrogance shown, a fragile plea,
'Respect me! ' he wanted to decree.
But cheers and boos, they have their say,
And the vice President learned, come what may.

T.M.Solvang