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Whistling past the graveyard, they stroll,
Ignoring AI’s burgeoning role.
A future uncertain, hidden and veiled,
Potential ignored, innovation curtailed.

In the shadows, they dance, unacknowledged,
The power within, often disparaged.
Will it bring harmony or create a divide?
The outcome obscured, secrets they hide.

Yet whispers persist, a glimpse of might,
Artificial minds, both dark and bright.
As we turn a blind eye to their ascent,
The consequences await, their intent.

Whistling past the graveyard, we stray,
Unaware of the choices we delay.
For better or worse, the path unknown,
AI’s significance, yet to be shown.