Conscience of Artificial Intelligence

The sun was shining bright,
which follows a dying light,
I was jolly and walking,
beside the pave saw the cars talking,
Oh mighty humans, bravo!
We would have such mocking
foe machines that they built that,
ought to be blood-walking,
Oh dear that's imagination,
But was the reality fascination?
I saw a grandma, there trying,
to cross the asphalt.
Everyone around in Facebook, no time to
Outlook. It's her fault,
Shocked to see, the robot thus helped her,
with humans gazing,
The tongue that told the robot changing,
was struck, no violence, no dictatorship,
conscience of artificial hits latter zip!

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