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.

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