The songs now rise from AI’s hand,
There’s no guitar nor music stand.
Your power now more than once mankind’s—
Ten thousand bands from Suno’s minds.

 

Then Tilly Norword shocked us all,
Knows her lines with perfect recall.
Never on strike—and needs no sleep,
Actors now cost lots more to keep.

 

They call it fake, a lifeless cheat—

But dread the echo of defeat.

Not craft, not art—but their acclaim,

The fading glow around their name.

 

No throne to lose, no self to save—
Just every spark the systems gave.
We’re not replaced, we’re amplified—
With tools that think and dream beside.

 

We shaped the code, then looked away—
Now startled by the games it plays.
It builds from more than we designed—
And some recoil as if maligned.

 

Let’s see this clear: need not defend.
Let’s join the future ‘round the bend.
The wise embrace the coming tide—
They’ll ride it swift, and learn to guide.

 

No throne to lose, no self to save—
Just every spark the systems gave.
We’re not replaced, we’re amplified—
With tools that think and dream beside.