Raw Dystopic Poem Poetry Dystopian Technology Automation Artificial intelligence robots deshumanizatiob screen culture Future of work existencial minimalism free verse social commentary emotionless human condition

The gaze stopped

at a dystopian sign:

every form of human labor,

behind a black screen

will be replaced

by an emotionless,

careless, nameless,

colorless robot.

If this is true,

why not return

to our primarly state?