Ray's Dream
I wonder what it would be likeIf we awoke one day
To find machines we proudly built
Had passed us in the fray?
We'd have to take a back seat in
Life's little cabaret.
Will robots write the poetry?
While computers favor song?
Will artificial brains that day
Distinguish right from wrong?
Will armies of mechanica
All learn to get along?
Will love become outmoded in
Some distant future place?
Will loyalty mean anything
In deepest void of space?
Or will our cyborg children launch
Another weapons race?
The younger generation seems
To think that they're so bright.
Somehow it always works that way
It seems to be our plight.
This time its quite different 'cause
The robots will be right!
But we are not there yet, thank God!
And therefore it would seem
We need to raise our children well,
To teach them how to dream,
Make certain they learn song and verse,
And even self esteem.
Perhaps some day when I grow old
In my cottage by the sea,
My cyborg kids will gather round
For lively repartee.
And we'll discuss Descartes and Kant,
How noble love can be.
Perhaps we'll then de-frag our disks
O'er buttered scones and tea.
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