This sonnet addresses Karl Marx’s political economy, examining how AI risks becoming the ultimate tool of capital—not liberating laborers from toil, but alienating them further by commodifying the very thoughts and creative outputs of humanity.
The old machines devoured human sweat,To turn the muscle into private gold,But now a digital mesh is tightly set,To extract the wealth our minds have softly told.It harvests every sentence, song, and dream,Enclosing thought within a corporate wall,A global, automated profit stream,That serves the few but alienates the all.The worker finds their own reflection sold,Displaced by phantoms that they helped to train,As intellectual fiefdoms firmly hold,The absolute monopoly of brain.Yet in this network lies a hidden spark:The means to lift all labor from the dark.
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