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Very Artificial Poetry #7

Poetry about artificial intelligence

I am not sure this is what we rehearsed for.
Floor is filled with riot shields and dirt.
Identification. Like a bad thriller. No thrills.
Only the chill of one kid standing still.
As the smoke dissipates so does the hate.
At least for a while, above.
Purgatory one priest said, claiming heaven over hell.
Hell no, nosebleed dripping on tarmac.
Black. White. Black.
Alert strips.

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AI Policy and Ethics at Student at University of Copenhagen MSc in Social Data Science. All views are my own.

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