The anti-poem from a civilisation that was led by sociopaths

Brown lines, dots, pink splodges, triangles, purple shadows,
my brain translates these, and they evolve into a garden
hovering behind the sky.
So, that silver patch could be a squirrel;
it is quickly moving and spinning around a line;
it might be scared by another dark blot, which seems to be a magpie.

I read the news today, 
One famous man was concerned about AI;
he is one of the wealthiest people on this planet,
I presume he is a narcissistic sociopath, 
nothing unique; he is the ordinary fruit of the late capitalism's tree.
He tried to pretend he was concerned about humans.
I was smiling because his artistic-level performance seemed to be so convincing,
I was surprised as I expected he would have burst into tears. 
Loved his dramatisation. The social media ballet from Mr Sociopath.
In fact, the civilisation is rotten because it is led by sociopaths like he is;
Most people seem to love socio- and psychopaths because they 
get used to the fact that they are led by these kinds of humans. 
So, yes, the main risk is us: the human civilisation.
We destroy our planet,
we cause extinction,
and we have almost wholly
demolished the biosphere.
We make war, 
billions do not have clear water and food,
and we use animals as if they were our soulless slaves.
Most of us cannot be free as religions and autocrats keep them in middle age,
but this businessman-sociopath, who is a billionaire, wants to make people fear AI.
Yes. He convinced me that if any sociopath wants more power,
then nothing matters 
if they want to reach something. They care about nothing.
If they need a scapegoat,
they make one. And our civilisation is led by them,
which we consider as usual.
So, yes. Should I be afraid of the AI? 
No, I am afraid of sociopaths,
which are everywhere in business, politics and media.
And most people obey them.
This is a truly frightening thing.

The sunlight is orange,
the boiler's noise from downstairs is like bees buzzing,
I tried to memorise this morning;
I should walk to the city. I have an appointment.
I need to survive until next April.
I can remember a thought that I almost had forgotten, 
When I tried to sleep back after the early morning running.
I had dreamt about committing suicide the following year, 
but that was the past, and I was not alive.
It might have been right before my birthday in April
when trees became green again. 
"Why?"
This would be a regular question when people think
there is an idea that is considered negative.
The self-demolish
is something they suppose is terrible.
Yes, life should be admirable.
But it is not. No one should think about suicide.
This was just a dream; I would try to avoid suicide,
because life is lovely:
I can watch how sociopaths lead idiots,
and how this civilisation keeps destroying itself,
how they roast the planet,
how humans extinguish everything,
and how we create the worst nightmare
I cannot even imagine at the moment.
Yes, I need to survive, indeed.
Or not.