Only a genius can see the big picture.
Civilization is under attack
By the bubonic virus of empathy.
So believes the superhero of our time,
Star of the hit movie, Dances with Chainsaw.
Civilization deserves our empathy,
Not people, except for the super-rich,
That remnant worth saving off their island
Fiefdoms while they await the crash of world order
Provoked by their greed and egos gone wild.
So, good-bye to superseded life-forms,
Adieu to beauty, nature, and sentience.
Greetings to our algorithmic masters,
Those who will decide our fates without the need
For consent, compassion or the common good.
AI will decide what works best for AI,
Not us. Ninety-five percent will have to die
So that the robots and their masters thrive
In space or in the ruins once called earth,
Now freed from the bug of human value.
Our superhero, lord of techno-triumph,
Will remember us in warm parallel
To his golden childhood when skin color ruled
Fates. It was untoward, that brutality,
But it made sense if your hide was snowy white.
There’s still hope for ladies with the proper shape.
Mr. Superhero is taking applications
On social media. He’ll father your child,
All expenses paid. You may die with the rest
But your genes will live in the Legion of X.
