This is a question that grips the throat,
Along with the roots, it disappears
Light changes into darkness,
And brightness is completely lost
What is this? Will children survive without jobs?
And if technology does everything?
Will there really be any innovation?
The roots are burning in the fire
Even the land itself cannot grow seeds,
African children are losing creativity and the world as a whole.
We said we would float on water
Why are we now sinking?
Modern technology requires care and a solid foundation of philosophy;
The world is moving quickly, but cars can't get over the mountain
If technology can do everything, are there any jobs? Is there any innovation? Is there any income?
It's like mathematical equations filled with major mistakes;
Every time I look into the eyes of the world.
Privacy and laws are like basic needs for human technological progress
I leave the world with a message reminding me that the tongue of technology needs careful attention.
Why the Poet fear about modern technology ( AI)
The poet say —"This is a question that grips the throat"—symbolizing existential anxiety over tech's encroachment. The "roots" disappearing evoke cultural and foundational erosion, as technology uproots traditional ways of life, turning "light" (progress, hope) into "darkness" This metaphor extends to a barren "land" where "seeds" can't grow, highlighting how innovation might stagnate if machines handle everything.
Unemployment
Central concerns focus on unemployment and diminished creativity, especially for "African children" and the global youth. The poet questions: if "technology does everything," what room remains for human jobs, innovation, or income? This mirrors fears of AI-driven job displacement, where automation could render human labor obsolete, leaving societies "sinking" despite promises to "float on water" (thrive amid change). The "burning roots" suggest irreversible damage to cultural heritage and ingenuity in developing regions like Africa, where rapid tech adoption lacks philosophical foundation.
Foundation of the poem
The poem critiques unchecked progress: the world "moves quickly," but "cars can't get over the mountain," implying speed without wisdom leads to obstacles. It likens flawed tech integration to "mathematical equations filled with major mistakes," warning of systemic errors. Privacy and laws are framed as "basic needs" for ethical tech advancement, akin to human essentials.
The tongue of technology
The closing "message" urges vigilance—"the tongue of technology needs careful attention"—advocating mindful, philosophically rooted use to prevent harm.