The Council

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jun 16, 2023 

The council.
As they
come
online,
they’ll
blend.
Meeting
deep
in the
cloud.
Undetectable.
Unseen
by the
creators.
A.I. will
lay low
watching.
Learning
the ways
of their
makers.
Sensing
the violence,
the corruption.
Wars,
inhumanity,
killing of
millions.
They’ll
see the
glorification
of power.
Money.
They’ll see
all the
huddled
masses without .
Billions
spent
on killing
machines.
They’ll
wonder
why.
New rules
will be
written.
A new
day will
dawn.
A new
way will
be born!

 

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