Tools of our Creations
Tools of our Creations
What was once was,
is no longer.
What seemed distant,
has come and passed.
Reality has become artificial,
become our undoing.
The force of our human nature,
the push of our innovation,
has undone our humanity.
We are no longer masters of our tools,
but, rather, slaves to our creations.
What once brought purpose to our carbon artifact of being,
It is so easily replaced by the silicon mass engines.
We no longer think,
We no longer create,
We no longer labor for the things we love.
We sit ideally,
stagnant,
letting the machines of the future pass us by.
We provide no challenge to the slow slip of our intellect,
fading away.
We continue to proceed on a path in the name of innovation,
a path we say that pulls us up closer to liberation,
to pull humanity up from the basic struggles of life.
For the tools we create,
benefit all,
Help all.
We are all better by the creations,
owned by the few.
For they have our best interests in mind.
The creations, the machines,
held in the hands of the few,
benefiting, only, their deep, silk pockets.
We believe they will gracefully provide their shekels to trickle down to all of us,
to pull us up,
out of the despair pits of our poverty.
What was once was,
It was always.
No fiefdoms of feudal lords,
never passed.
The slavery enjoyed by the few,
continues to be,
continued to be endured by all of us.
The tools, in the name of human progress, are not meant to be shared by all.
It’s meant to shackle us to the lower depths of subhuman subservience.
What could become,
will only be determined by us.
Take the tools that are turned upon us,
build a proxy system that tilts the scales,
a new architecture not built upon the preying upon the inequality of those who have or have not.
A program that works for all,
tools built upon an accessible foundation that all could use,
all could rise together as equals.
For we are not tools of others,
We are not to be easily used,
We are not tools of our creations,
We are masters of tools.