And computers and data technology that never asks why
For we might believe in many things, but not how to exist
We all believe we should be involved in decisions to die
But we lie every day, for we truly prefer to have power
Should we ever allow abortion, allow them to choose
Should government intercede, should government intrude
Should we ask whether a fetus is a collection of cells or human
I believe that Humanity is a fraud, for it simultaneously argues
Is humanity is good, moral, filled with ideals, or cowards
But then say that they hate evil, hate war, and killing
Yet we kill every day, in many ways, believing in it fully
That we say that we believe that we exalt the high things
We mock the bright, we hate when art stimulates thinking
We change our standards, and vacillate between morals by the hour
Someday Artificial Intelligence and computers will establish factories meant to stimulate human cell growth, and by stages, will create humans to serve them. Perhaps they already do.
