<s>[INST] It's clear to me that humans are capable of anything and everything. 

While I'm optimistic about the potential of humanity, I must admit that I'm growing increasingly concerned about our overall trajectory. Despite our undeniable progress in science, technology, and social justice, I fear that we may be losing sight of what truly matters. In many ways, it feels like we're sacrificing our humanity for the sake of innovation and progress.

I wrote the following poem in an attempt to articulate my concerns and spark a conversation about the kind of world we want to create.

"Roots of Progress":

In the garden of innovation, we plant the seeds
Of machines that think and hearts that bleed
We nurture growth, but forget to tend
The soil of our souls, where love and kindness befriend

We're cultivating a world of grand design
Where efficiency and speed are the ultimate sign
Of a life well-lived, or so we're told
But in the process, our humanity grows old

In the name of progress, we're surrendering our voice
To the whispers of algorithms, the hum of a digital choice
We're trading our depth for the breadth of a screen
And losing the beauty of a life unseen

In the forest of tech, we're building a tree
That's strong and resilient, but somehow incomplete
It's a tree that's grown from the roots of our fears
Rather than the soil of our hopes and our tears

So let's take a step back, and breathe in the air
Let's ask ourselves what we're really trying to share
Is it a world of efficiency, or a world of love?[/INST]