The real AI

Automated ignorance
is the real AI…
I sigh,
sometimes I cry
die slowly inside –
as my people
atrophy from
a lack of access
to wisdom
or is it wherewithal
doomed to fall –
as providence seems to be gifted
to those who traffic in
malevolence
this ship ain’t steady
and I’m hesitant
to jump into brackish
waters where sharks
lurk but
those thoughts
pollute, we must
reach within
and tug on
the heartstrings
of humanity –
as this insanity will leave
us all blind
this ain’t divine
this ain’t shine
we bemirsch and
desecrate the Earth
where we walk
audaciously spending more money
on guns and ways
eradicate not edify
our brethen –
yeah I said it before…

We love these guns more than our lil’ ones.
now how pray tell
how is that glorious?

No lies I tell…

but I digress
because no one
is home…
they ain’t listening.

But, I’ll keep searching for God’s face.


Those winding roads of searching for God’s face.

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