Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall
When Orange, nay Red, is the colour of the sky,

Is AI the  way forward, or
Out there to destroy Humanity,
 

O waning moon, where do you go?
Why are you not on constant show?

Milestones are milestones, mere distance recorders
How you travelled and journeyed unknown,

Each grain of Sand does a message carry
Stagnation’s ruin, do not tarry,

Never has the world so lost its way
As it has, alas, so sadly today,

O how immortal is the soul,
And how fatal is desire,

If this valley in which I wander,
And the hills surrounding it,

If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?

Certainly, do what you think you must
To keep your country ‘first’