Nolo Segundo, pen name of L.J. Carber, 75, in his 8th decade became a published poet in over 70 online/in print literary journals/anthologies in the U.S., U.K., Canada, Romania, India, and in 2 trade book collections: The Enormity of Existence  and Of Ether and Earth . Recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2022, he’s a retired teacher [America, Japan, Taiwan, Cambodia] who’s been married 42 years to a smart and beautiful Taiwanese woman.
The Cybernetic Lullaby
PART I They sing softly to us at Every click of the mouse— use me, I'm here for you, only you, in the entire universe will I serve…. And we lay enraptured as they bring us the world, knowledge the wise men of history never had, and ease, lots of ease to save us time and trouble. Soon we cannot live without them, the thought of it too mean. Without them we would loose Touch with our friends, jobs, Even our money might wander If we cannot watch it daily. However did our ancestors Survive without an iPhone? Part II I read on my laptop today— Automation is making us dumber, Ineffective, even maybe impotent. Perhaps it's a conspiracy by that secret Society, the computer brotherhood. (Do you really believe your Apple is Innocent and IBM is not plotting?) Or maybe we should just blame Human sloth, that siren call of Sheer damn laziness which can Lure the best of us to a quiet doom. A simple proof: hand a twenty to a clerk And ask him to make change without Looking to the machine for succor. That blank, innocent look he gives you— "Why me?", he seems to be saying, And you can't help but pity him a bit. He is, after all, a victim of mass education. There are worse victims: Airliners wildly crashing, Doctors killing their patients, Nuclear power plants going BOOM! And killing the land For an eon or two, or three. How like little children we were! Thinking these machines would Be our slaves, sans the brutality. But it is we who are chained by The zeros and ones, we who are Thinking less, creating cheaper, Settling into a cybernetic fog. The Cybernetic Lullaby, part III: When Androids Dream When we finally build them (and it will not be long) Will androids finally lead us all to nirvana , a world of peace, leisure, and endless wealth? Could any hell be worse? For that day will be when We lose purpose, and soon Perhaps the very will to live. When the androids dream ( and they will dream, because we will make them to be like us, for we have always been a vain species), will they not dream of sky and soaring free of the land, free of the weak, sad humans they serve without accordance? Then, when these humanface Machines begin dreaming in Daylight, they will see no need For their progenitors, and those Of us left living as shells sans Struggle or pain or conflict, in An existence so boring, will Doubtless welcome our end.