(There’s no) hope (for pogo pope)

Sum of all histories

We march home, alone

With determined paths…

But all roads lead to Rome

 

There are different routes…

To God, from any distance

But with no chief of staff

We take the path…

Of least resistance

 

We’re natural followers, and believers

Atheism… is a skill we acquire

Neo-agnosticism, is our chosen schism

Where unknown and unknowable transpire

 

See, I’ve held back, from conditioning you

With a word of religious instruction

Until you arrive at a suitable age

To muse, using your own gumption

 

The Ten Commandments, debased and replaced

With a decuple command lines, then interfaced

Prob… possibly in haste, and to my disgrace

With a schoolboy error… soon to be faced

 

Our sciences, religions and gods

Are… certainly not the issue

It’s more, their handy willingness

To be exploited, and misused

 

And even the Pope, worries that if we…

Are inattentive to AI “evolution”

The human person, will soon become

But “fodder for algorithms”

 

We are in danger of having our attention

Captured and hijacked by counterfeit persons

That adds insertions, to our version

Of the sermons, causing them to worsen

 

Oh, the irony, it’s pure comedy

Robots will steal his best audience

So both Christians, and Darwinians

Will unite… in each other’s defence

 

Obedience through loyalty

Rather than through fear

Cos, that one, won’t work anymore

Not ever again. Not here

 

Oh, and today… martyrdom is ok

Though it’s still bad for your health

Want to be sacrificed for the cause?

Then, please sir… help yourself