It is the best of times.
It is the worst of times.
Mankind is the great creator.
Mankind is the great destroyer.
Life is an adventure
and we’re losing our way.
Our eyes are dimmed and
the digital torrent flows all day.
But look! There’s a sylvan land.
What life has settled there?
I hear no sounds from here.
There must be flowers and birds
and certainly nothing to fear.
Now I see creatures in the shade
as robots amble through the glade.
We humans will join the fun -
humans, creatures, robots all as one.
We will devise new creations
and foster new civilizations.
No need to colonize space -
There will be magic here
for the whole human race.
© 2021 Larry Kilham
See the robots on yonder hill –
they’re not dining on chlorophyll.
Their panels soak up the sun
so from batteries they can run.
They await our all-seeing guidance
to apply their focused intelligence.
Then the robots harvest the crop
picking and packaging until they drop.
Some say the robots will rebel and conspire
to attack us with computer-driven ire
but I think they will await our orders
as their leaders, mechanics, and coders.
(c) 2020 Larry Kilham