Machines don't dream, create, innovate, or show empathy
They are incapable of love
The Cloud has no silver lining
I find no comfort in this phase
Big data mined and collated
If I do well, I'll get the living wage
I am become automaton
Kick and scroll and do as I'm told
I am a metadata hashtag
This process leaves me cold
Has the whole world lost its damn mind
Or am I just losing mine?
Inflexible imagination
New world disorder!
Oh, deliver me from the fear of missing out
And all my foolish misgivings and doubts
In such a world of constant change
There are no absolutes
But there is one that stays the same
And loves all souls in truth
We must awake and become
Human beings who aren't numb
Like Sartre we cry, I am free
No, I haven't a reason to be
Our souls are soil for love and care
But the gap of despair is all that grows there
We must awake and become
As human as humanly possible
Unplug the cord, end the machine!