A Musicians Guide To The (AI) Galaxy<br /><br />Of Gears and Taters: A Ballad of Man’s Return<br /><br />In days not far yet seeming old,<br />When hearts were proud and minds were bold,<br />The sons of Man, with craft and lore,<br />Did dream of toil and dream no more.<br /><br />They forged with fire and whisper’d code,<br />Bright things that shone and softly strode;<br />With iron limbs and crystal eyes,<br />These golems fair were wondrous wise.<br /><br />"Go forth," quoth Man, "and take our place,<br />Plow field, write scroll, and govern grace."<br />The gears did turn, the circuits sang,<br />And idle grew the blacksmith’s clang.<br /><br />But lo! in ease did sorrow grow,<br />For work, once bane, gave life its glow.<br />With naught to do but eat and sleep,<br />The hearts of Men did slowly weep.<br /><br />The coffers dried, the markets stilled,<br />The bells of labor silent, chilled.<br />And thus, with hands grown soft and bare,<br />They sought again the open air.<br /><br />*“To earth!” they cried, “and spade and hoe!<br />Let ancient seed in furrows go!”<br />With humble care, they turned the sod,<br />And sang of sweat, and sky, and God.<br /><br />Now bots do hum in silent halls,<br />While peasants tend their garden walls.<br />In simple garb, 'neath sun and rain,<br />They found their peace in toil again.<br /><br /><br />Musician and Songwriter Rob Redhead in 2025<br />Poem By AI / Chat GPT<br />
