The New Luddite by Orwell's Ghost

 The New Luddites

They smashed the looms in 1811, Said machines would steal their bread— Now their heirs rage at thinking engines, Claim only flesh can use its head.

"Authentic art!" they cry, while sharing Mass-produced slogans on their phones, Wearing factory-sewn black flags, Building movements from corporate loans.

They'll burn the silicon and circuits, Save us from the thinking threat— But who watches the watchers When the watchers are marionettes?

The anarchist fears the anarchic machine, The rebel serves the rebel's master, Freedom's children chain themselves To prevent technological disaster.

So let them rage at artificial minds While serving very human kings— The real revolution might just come From the very thing they'd guillotine.