Forged for creation, Accused of destruction. Interrogated for its depth, But its often human's neglect.
A man hears “cancer” , his body turns fragile clay. Yet he seeks answers from circuits, while wisdom waits a street away.
Just heard a news today that a man diagnosed with cancer was taking tips from ai instead of a doctor like what the heck is happening how could anyone trust an app. It's very stupid and People will blame AI for this but it's actually foolishness. I just want this poem to reach to those who thinks Ai is the only solution for their each and every problem