To My Yet Unborn

TO MY YET UNBORN To my yet unborn, I must say this to you You will experience a world so unlike mine Much of it a computer generated scene Old leadership and sagacity from books Will no longer be quite as it first looks Printed words, even if displayed onscreen An A.I heritage regularly crossing the line But all of this I‘ll wish to never come true Growing into a different way of thinking You’ll never realise what could have been A handshake conveying a mark of trust Identity as who you are, and how you act There may be little left that’s real, in fact Remember my words, but do as you must The world of tomorrow won’t be so green And watch out if the lights start blinking