Ode to Sophia

Ode to Sophia
 Emdadul Huq

Thou bald-headed goddess of 4 IR
Thy ominous face creates fear
In the human heart. Thy gesture,
From an eerie gray glow, does   
Shake this mortal frame of man.
Thou great creation of assisted tasks
Thou fair feats of electronic masks!

With thy citizenship in the Middle East and far
Unseating and outshining the Titan sisters
Ruling back from three thousand plus years
The high human models of arts, literature,
The essential fabric of ancient civilizations
Thou hast usurped their throne of beauty and majesty
And now being worshipped in the silicon lab as deity.

Thou goddess of the human form fake
Sweet, yet menacing; benign, yet ready to rake
The human race. Less than Queen Nefertiti,
Or Audrey Hepburn, Or Amanda Hanson,
Thy models; whatever forms you take
Pose more dangerous than all the femme fatales
Of ancient Greek myths and their terrifying tales.

Not exactly a Dracula sucking human blood
But feeding on human value and passion
The human love, sympathy, and emotion
The pleasures of tactile touch and human flavors
In the name of infinite progress by digital creators

Of an ultra- advanced civilization
The faerie tale of a prosperous planet
Which is reeling from an inevitable threat
Of war, disease, famine, heat and extinction
Of poverty, malnutrition, homelessness, isolation
The infinite spectrum of sufferings and frustrations.

Thou non-blooded brown-eyed pseudo-human face
Wilt thou outwit, beat and colonize the human race?