Dream of the rich, nightmare of the poor

Suppose a world with too many people

Not enough food to feed good or evil

For the poor too little medical care

Not enough, clean water or air

Now suppose they invented an AI robot that did all the work

No further need for mechanic, technician or clerk

Would we then all those people need

For them no jobs only mouths to feed

Now only consumers no producers

For an economy they are reducers

With no jobs to earn money

All become dependent on daddy or mommy

And when parents die all will colapse

With the lazy children that only want to take naps

Wouldn’t it be more efficient to let the idle die

Eight billion, a number now far too high

Eliminate the handicapped, the less intelligent, old, the anchors to society

Leaving only the most powerful ,no further variety

No more exploitation or consumption as a solution

No more devastation or pollution

Ecological balance, without need of war's destruction

Only the best for genetic reproduction

We could not tell them, just spread disease

Without sufficient doctors or medicine an epidemic the population would ease

Just suppose

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

It really is like this, isn't it? We live in a science fiction dystopia... and I'm smart enough to know that people like me are probably gonna be on the chopping block. Strange times we live in, but nicely written.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support they are deeply valued and mean a lot