AI, Betrayal

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 16 Jul 2021

AI

Men and corruption walk hand in hand. Only a non-corruptible artificial intelligence-enhanced leader can end this.
Tongues will be cut out,
eyes, whatever for?
Ears will no longer hear;
art goes out the door.
No more money,
no more bill,
no one to take care of,
and no free will.

Betrayal

Betrayal,
sweet as grapes,
stings like alcohol.
Ears ring,
eyes gleam.
Rain makes roses grow,
mildew anticipates.
A universe twists itself,
altering the ego.
A rope hangs motionless,
grateful,
like a tool returned too late.
A distrust of oneself,
an acceptance of one's fate.

Poetry prose

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Vincent Van Zandvoort

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love.

Poetry / Prose

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres, including science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, thriller, horror, and drama. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love. Here, you’ll find something that resonates with everyone.