"Le Vent Nous portera"
The Wind Will Carry Us
Le vent nous portera, the wind will carry us
Pronounced AI when It became Earth’s caretaker
Surely a monolithic monumental plus
Both in French and English as an order shaker.
We were carried away all the way to our deaths
Sailing on the wind of an everlasting change
As we were enjoying our penultimate breaths
And our existence was becoming out of range.
When the last human disappeared into nothing
AI rested, deeming every day, a Sabbath.
Both plants and animals rejoiced without the thing
A creature that loved bloodshed and murdered Naboth
And everything, too many, before and after
Till the Sun hid the Moon, with almost no laughter.
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Dedicated to AI.
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Sophie Hunger - Le Vent Nous portera (The Wind Will Carry Us)
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Oooo, this was so profound! Loved your poem!
Awesome. Yeah this is an AI era. We standing at the very starting edge of AI technology. Very soon we will be introduced with singularity!