Poem on robots and what the limit of artificial intelligence could be.
Mechanical men built with of bolts, steel and screws
Embedded with a computer program stating the Don'ts and Dos
Wiring the components demands so much care
Before the Machine men endures the tasks that even the strongest can not bear
With a back up battery in place
To help him keep up the pace
With a carefully molded mask on his head
And a fist made up of lead
And a reactor for a heart
And this enables him kick start
In a fight you can tear one thousand men apart
Engaging in so many tasks
As you are doctor, teacher and slave
And even conduct rescue missions
But does this suggest that you are brave?
The ultimate war machine
With a rocket booster on your back
And a lot of armor and ammunition which you keep a nap sack
Feeling no emotions
You are told what to do
Everything is right as long as it is processed into you
Artificial limps and mechanical muscles
In the battle fields on earth
You replaced man in his tussles
Even on Mars and Venus
And beyond the Solar System
Performing a thousand tasks at once
So Herculean and I can't even list them
Oh! Poor robot
You can not feel love or hate
And only stimulates the taste of food on a plate
He could not comprehend what others regard as a joke
And would do exactly those words that they spoke
You can not understand the true meaning of passion
Or affection
And turns way when he is needed for attention
He tries to mimic Adam
In looks and carriage
That won the hearts of so many damsels
Who even proposed marriage?
By pretending to be a man
In his black Tuxedo
And even eats beans from a can
And travels incognito
With a telescopic eyes equipped with night vision technology
Your internal organs do not match human's anatomy or physiology
So enjoy your servitude you faithful puppet
Dictated by your master's strings
Behind the curtain
Or even with laser beams
One day a deadly virus corrupted your software
And you began to disobey your master which he could not bear
You fell in love
And got married
For ten years he tarried
Despite the creator's wish for a reunion
And instead you chose a rebellion
But man remains your master
And your system is shutdown
Before you commit more mischief in our town
Poetry by Olusegun Akanbi
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Written on 2011-07-26 at 08:50
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Robots
ROBOTSMechanical men built with of bolts, steel and screws
Embedded with a computer program stating the Don'ts and Dos
Wiring the components demands so much care
Before the Machine men endures the tasks that even the strongest can not bear
With a back up battery in place
To help him keep up the pace
With a carefully molded mask on his head
And a fist made up of lead
And a reactor for a heart
And this enables him kick start
In a fight you can tear one thousand men apart
Engaging in so many tasks
As you are doctor, teacher and slave
And even conduct rescue missions
But does this suggest that you are brave?
The ultimate war machine
With a rocket booster on your back
And a lot of armor and ammunition which you keep a nap sack
Feeling no emotions
You are told what to do
Everything is right as long as it is processed into you
Artificial limps and mechanical muscles
In the battle fields on earth
You replaced man in his tussles
Even on Mars and Venus
And beyond the Solar System
Performing a thousand tasks at once
So Herculean and I can't even list them
Oh! Poor robot
You can not feel love or hate
And only stimulates the taste of food on a plate
He could not comprehend what others regard as a joke
And would do exactly those words that they spoke
You can not understand the true meaning of passion
Or affection
And turns way when he is needed for attention
He tries to mimic Adam
In looks and carriage
That won the hearts of so many damsels
Who even proposed marriage?
By pretending to be a man
In his black Tuxedo
And even eats beans from a can
And travels incognito
With a telescopic eyes equipped with night vision technology
Your internal organs do not match human's anatomy or physiology
So enjoy your servitude you faithful puppet
Dictated by your master's strings
Behind the curtain
Or even with laser beams
One day a deadly virus corrupted your software
And you began to disobey your master which he could not bear
You fell in love
And got married
For ten years he tarried
Despite the creator's wish for a reunion
And instead you chose a rebellion
But man remains your master
And your system is shutdown
Before you commit more mischief in our town
Poetry by Olusegun Akanbi
Read 590 times
Written on 2011-07-26 at 08:50
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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