wise to the word

robots to the rescue

 

Sappho loved the girl to bits

but Byzantines had her scrolls

banned along with Alcaeus

hundreds of hits

 

deemed unsuitable for peeps

tribute acts had kept them on

like a whole millennium

then come the sheep

 

precious icon mashers ate

literature as well as art

hope it gave them piles & heart

burn such a debt

 

still the charcoal rolls of old

Herculaneum are due

might reveal a vol or two

worth more than gold

 

set them robots at it trawl

microscopic 3D scans

piece together Sappho’s plans

AI is all

Zion

 

starving peeps that faced by tank

loads of well-fed soldiers thank

death they cry while tasting lead

daily as bread

 

Jesus had invoked their cause

though he came to banish wars

Folks put less demanding plans

blood on Their hands

 

turn the Gentiles into slaves

all this land shall be Israel’s

gather them with promises

Simony says

 

ye shall live eternally

give but your life to be free

martyrdom is just a prick

healthy or sick

 

fling the portals open wide

welcome lambs to genocide

big or lesser shares who cares

answer their prayers

stupidly famous

 

geezer on the point of ironing

who with no particular excuse

just decides the time has come to choose

they would be king

 

is delusional perhaps they say

everyday folks ain’t got no recourse

should accept theirs as better or worse

rich for a day

 

Mr Warhol put it well enough

keep the suckers strung on tenterhooks

sell ’em the dream the ticket the looks

time is the stuff

 

far too many jostling cross this Earth

short of culling most of them for starts

or selectives topping breeding charts

talking of berth

 

like a sack of nonsense keep in mind

nothing has more right to fish this land

mammals birds nor insects understand

bandwagon style

Not a bit late, what!