Fear not the scientific throne
Or the silver shrouded phone
B
Fear not the greedy acquisition
With feeble logical admonition
B
Fear not the guttural expansion
Of the systematic mansion
B
Fear not the pristine metal sphere
That threatens all you hold dear
B
Fear not the clicking robotic hand
Or the golden silicon sand
B
The blue-lit screen of today will mean
A tomorrow in a transcendently orderly
Empire of the technological sheen
- Ayah Gouda