Paper.
The very paper where I poured my heart out, removed.

A pen.
The very pen I previously used, now doomed.

I look around me.
Where are their minds?

The teacher asks a question
And suddenly it is no longer a lesson.

Computers they now embrace.
That lets their brain deteriorate.
And the very knowledge that was once cherished, I now watch displaced.

With classrooms filled with screens that glow,
There now lay human brains that slow.
They question it, I know,
but no knowledge is exchanged, in a place where their minds are so estranged.

However, while AI’s power remains grand,
It lacks the mere warmth of a human hand.
And therefore, will be the fall,
Where us humans will begin to call.
Together,
With our hearts aligned,
What we lost, we will find.