Homo Machina Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Homo Machina
Homo Machina
The Future Of Human Evolution
grey will not do metallic's justice
as silver shows no tempting
no, tones will pale into all skins
corridor lengths of emptiness
seen within computed eyes
and nothing the machines do
can hold a grace in our hands
no metal can truly see art
steel ignorance of telling brush strokes
what evolution takes from our touch
these once bountiful gardens
once Eden
once Paradise
the flowers, such colour is lost
the us that defined us
make no mistake
they can kill in the shallows
they can work with no muscle
knowing no empathy
no mercy
they have only coldness
a brief of finality
leaving us behind in shameful mists
any last shred of will to resemble us
they are the future of our future
and we are them
and we, our death
The Future Of Human Evolution
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Latin
Homo - Human
Machina - Machine
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superb thoughtful poem penned; congrats for being selected as POD Metallic justice cannot see the true art Robotic workforce can do anything but without any feelings no mercy there no empathy there machine is machine though it's fair
Indeed, machines, though they may be the ones that would survive, will only be machines, incapable of great works of art that humans can produce. Congratulations on being poet of the day!
knowing no empathy no mercy they have only coldness a brief of finality - - - - - - - - - - - - they are the future of our future and we are them and we, our death - - - - The reckless development of humanoids would only spell doom for man.A great poem of the Day, Congratulations Clive Culverhouse.
no, tones will pale into all skins corridor lengths of emptiness seen within computed eyes and nothing the machines do can hold a grace in our hands a wonderful poem. futuristic, tony
A bit chilling, but fascinating reading. Congrats on poem of the day!
no metal can truly see art steel ignorance of telling brush strokeknowing no empathy no mercy they have only coldness a brief of finality. A warning for the human society. Congratulations
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I would like to translate this poem
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LOVELY POEM POETESS what evolution takes from our touch these once bountiful gardens once Eden once Paradise the flowers, such colour is lost EVOLUTION NEEDS a variety of CORONAS