Warriors fight with the warriors
Intellectuals debate with intellectuals
Traders keep on trading with all
The producers slog away at it
Each one taking to what he likes
This division of labour is ancient
But maybe not eternal who knows
With the entry of AI on the scene
Moreover, whatever the scenario
All these warriors and intellectuals
All these traders and producers
And the AI that is arriving soon
All of them without exception
Are nothing but mere instruments
In the hand of God, believe it or not,
Without any Being of their own.