The AI Witch Trials
by Ramsés Dávila-Luna @ The Writer’s Cavern
At sunset and crest writer was to burn at the stake
Crime was using black magic AI and tribunal felt it unsafe
First witness was the publishers
Stole from undiscovered who sent work their way
Fist turned to gavel when computer took commission and rates
Judge tap-danced for the studios
Kino-eye and green screen channeled loneness
Second witness was big storefront
Distribution gutted midtown and gifted livelihoods a tombstone crown
Third witness was fame
Ghostwriters kept underground
Real pen burnt for greenbacks all for publicity’s sake
Digital pioneer snuck in to set algorithm of critique
To send Toole to Biloxi
Rejection plants the witch hat
Masses circled their scapegoat with hypocrisy that doused
Conveniences labeled improvements were no problem in the outer bounds
Tools overseers entertained as a new sight and sound
Now hit too close to home and threatened aloud
Covers for inaction were the matches they brought out
When the natural they sought out had long been destroyed by their own plow
Not a good feel to be like the little guys consumerism drowned out
Your Thelma will chase after enigma one day to remind you not…
To burn creatives on the trains you once proudly talked about
