Oh yes, the Fourth Industrial Revolution is underway.
“What’s so special about humans?” I once thought
We are like all other creatures in the universal plot!
Why is the Homo sapien the last word in evolution?
He seems bent on rapid self-dissolution.
How can one species affect—nay, assault—so many?
What impels us forward in our tyranny?
Then I realised: the potential impact of a human is immense
Even the biggest creatures don’t stoop to such offence!
I recollected all the “wise heads and brains”
And their discovery-invention-theory rains
A single innovation has cascading consequences
Time and space cannot stem their advances
A mobile phone, for instance, uses material
Like plastic, metal, chemical, and other things surreal
Mobile tech needs data centres and signal towers
Indubitably, a single find has far-reaching powers
Who is to answer all the creatures that suffer
And mutely say, ”Don’t do this, we beg to differ?”
What looms large is the human race
We refuse to pause or curtail our pace.
The human need, the human comfort,
The human luxury is the ‘just’ purport
Of all that goes on and will go on
Until that day a predator is born
With extreme appetite for human prey:
Oh yes, the fourth industrial revolution is underway.
Note: when I was typing this poem, I wanted to tone it down with something lighthearted, but couldn’t. I confess, when I wrote that the advent of Artificial (General) Intelligence could signal the end of our race, I felt a sense of satisfaction. After all, our greed deserves the retribution.