You died 4 years ago and I never forgot the feeling
the feeling hoplesness I felt when they told my that the cancer inched its way to every pure crevice
until you were as weak as my knees were to become.
I remember falling
not literally but figuratively
falling into a hole where the light of god was absent
and all I had left was my inner light
The day you died was the day I stopped believing
You and I prayed every night and even though I don’t believe in God I still pray
I still speak- The bare definition of a prayer is
a solemn request for help or expression of thanks addressed to a being or audience that cannot respond
So here I am
In front of you
Screaming
Begging for another conversation with you
Grandma I’m sorry I lost faith
and I don’t intend on ever regaining faith
but I always pray to you.
before every performance.
I beg that you listen
and that everyone else listens
I don’t believe that my words go unheard
or I wouldn’t be standing in front of these people today
Grandma I love you, I love you, I love you
And I will never break this life-long conversation with you.
Grandma this poem- this prayer- is for you.

It works, all day long and all night
It's a modernized slave
In it veins full of oil and has never a fight
It's a AI robot, it surfing always on the same wave

It took my place
Now I'm here with out work
I feel like a peace of waste
this AI thing is a lirk

It doesn't need a wage
It dosen't need to pay it rent
It only needs to charge and an oil exchange
It dosen't need  to bent

It just follows his programmed way
It does the job without complaining
It runs all night and day
It dosen't need time for a job training

It takes us all of the jobs
So we human beings get to feel worthless
It works more or less with no stops
It brings us the hoplesness

The day will come, the KI will programmes it self
The day will come, where we are lost
The day will come, that we can't do anything by ourself
The day will come, we pay the cost

The inventionts moves on
To created the technological utopia
It is the time of modern creation
No Time for the technical phobia

The modern machinery
In rapid change
Replaces the old engineery
The old technology is not more engage

We will be the slaves of technology
Giving up our freedom
The old times a mythology
No need for old engineery custom

The future will be soulless machinery
The Future of emptiness
The Technology of slavery
The technology of hoplesness