Tainted Knowledge
If the process of knowing was Prompted by the Devil And injuriously contrived Should the Security Council ban it? Declare only Robots can scan it, Do the knowing and be constructed To do it Right? Then who would Make the Robots with sufficient insight? What must be done about Invention? About Imagination? About generations Of restless youth? Who dance to Sir John Davies tune? To leave their first disordered combating And in a dance such measure to observe As all the world their motion should preserve Knowing is quite innocent, The planets circling, the comets in their path; Atoms have no motive, intent upon their dance. Like unsuspecting Twitter on the Internet Cluttered with Ponsi schemes and abuses A robot’s knowing can’t hope to circumvent Let the robots record the data; Let the process of knowing Be the consequence of engaging In the dance. L. Fullington
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