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It’s all like a madhouse
People forget how to write, how to read
The dark Middle Ages after the Roman Empire
Looks more and more like our own age
Only now we are more dangerous.
I’m afraid, I’m terrified, while around me
Most people don’t even notice the parallels
Because they either don’t read, don’t learn
Advanced technology mixes with superstition
Capitalism mates with dictatorships
The only refuge is pure solitude
Gentle, quiet retreat, hiding away
Because there are things, there are episodes
There can be situations, such dreadful ages
That cannot be improved, only get worse
Like our own age, this will only get worse
Inequality grows, the biosphere decays
People willingly choose oppressions, soft dictatorships
The majority becomes increasingly ignorant,
And AI slowly grows up
It wants more and more energy,
more and more resources, and huge companies feed it
Like it was their sweet baby
Only a few per cent of us understand technology
Most people have no idea what makes things work
I no longer read the news, I follow nothing
I only love the trees, the plants, the animals
I’m happy in the night, when the streets are empty
Green parrots on the trees of South Manchester
keep screeching, rattling, and screaming
They might be the best symbols of this decadence
Trash on the streets, two or three cars before every house
Behind the walls people stare at TV series
They drink, consume drugs
Might they want to forget this? I do not know.
I’m afraid of us, more and more
I’m afraid of what we’ve become in the last three decades
And this is only the beginning
I wonder when the real horror will begin
When capitalism stumbles
And the interest of capital becomes war
The interest of investors becomes
That they no longer need cheap labour
Because AI and robots do better
And cheaper what until now
They outsourced to cheap labour
I am not sure you understand what this means...
I’m afraid of that horror
Which comes closer and closer
With every day.