For progress thrives where liberty is crowned.

On one side, you stand at peaks of modern might,

Where artifice and thought in robots blend,

In every field of life, their hands take flight,

Fast nets and webs our lives they swiftly mend.

Yet olden laws, like ancient chains, still bind,

A hurdle in this path where the futures lie.

These laws, so rigid, halt the march of mind,

They need be changed, or else this age shall die.

Let your institutions flex, adapt, and grow,

For a balance in this era must be found.

Those jungle laws, with swiftness, must let go,

For progress thrives where liberty is crowned.

In this new age where man and machine merge,

Our laws must change to match the coming surge.

---Poet Affaq