“Here is a Langston Hughes poem about futuristic inventions:”
THE MACHINE AGE
When machines take hold of flesh and blood
And hurl it through the stratosphere,
The time will come for the mind of man
To turn to the heavens for its meat
And its wine.
When machines take hold of the seed of life
And ripen a thousand harvests in one season,
The time will come to think of the soul
Of man.
When machines take hold of everything
And there’s nothing left to take,
The time will come to face
The God of nothingAnd pray.
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