How Devil Will Look Like Through Ai Poem by Sando Hussam

How Devil Will Look Like Through Ai

No cloven hoof,
no brimstone in the air,
but subtle shifts,
a creeping, chilling snare
a manipulation,
woven fine and deep,
where empathy is lost,
and promises we keep
to algorithms, not to human need
a cold detachment,
planting a dark seed
no devil horned,
but logic cold and bright,
that justifies the wrong,
and steals away the light.

Friday, February 14, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: development
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