They’ve termed them, “the metal-collars” the robotic workers of our age an artificial workforce already on the stage.
It’s a troubling scenario, more prone to prose,
but this poet must expose it in a verse they don’t yet know.
Can metal-collared robots replace humankind?
With artificial intelligence, they can replicate the mind.
But the heart is where true love and wisdom reside,
where artists and poets create with the tides.
Machines and robots may take over our tasks
but there’s no human heart under their masks.
To be human is to feel, to love, and to dream,
to write poems, make art, write songs and to sing.
But what if this is the future that was meant to be?
What if metal-collared workers allow humans to be free?