Synthetic minds grow ever bright,
as eclipsing-automation surpasses.
We stumble blind into that night,
with nary a thought for the masses.

We coders code our bright tomorrow,
we engineers build our silver bride.
But all about us fills with hungry woe,
as we gaze blind at all we've made with pride.

What folly has our world become,
where we out-mode our own.
thralls to profits automation,
clambering up greed's golden throne.

What happens next?
How will this go?
What comes to pass?
Will we even ever know?