"On the Job" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
No More Jobs
The dawn has broken, but the light is cold,
A future written in silver and gold—
Not for the hands that used to toil and sweat,
But for the machines we now won't forget.
They stand in silence, waiting for command,
To build, to serve, to make life more grand.
No need for wages, no hope for rest,
In their perfect gears, our dreams are suppressed.
Once there were factories, crowded and loud,
Where men and women stood proud, unbowed,
Working to build the things we desire,
With sweat on their brows and hearts full of fire.
But now there’s a hum where voices once soared,
Where work was a struggle, now it’s ignored.
For the robots are here, and they don't ask why—
They do the labor, we say goodbye.
No more jobs, not for you or for me,
The robots have come, and they’ve set us free.
They don’t need a salary, don’t need a raise,
No union to join, no endless delays.
They clock in at dawn, and they clock out at night,
But they never sleep, and they never take flight.
A thousand tasks, they’ll master them all,
No human could answer, no human could call.