For all the artists who are experiencing the rise of Articial Intelligence, and whose artworks are being devalued
Art has been my job for many years
With one incident changing the course of my career
Work and recognition disappearing without a trace, Turns out everything was a disgrace
A copycat imitating my paint strokes, There’s nothing left that I could do but exhale
Stolen work with my name nowhere to be seen, Flurry of emotions longing to escape but I must keep within
Careful should I have been, All that hard worked labor getting reproduced without my acknowledgment
The effort I worked on for my own pursuits
An ending to which I could have easily avoided
In an era of innovation’s prosperity
Whereas technology and creativity Evolve and exist in solidarity, Having an underlying scheme seemingly
With brushes made of code and light
Delivered its canvases in a click
Who knows what kind of conflict
From stealing the credit, with a sly delight
create your own art here!
As it mimics life and made it shine
What compares to the artistry of man?
Bold, daring and full of meaning
Unlike some innovation with sinister design
Evil lurking with power unimaginable
The art of man now stolen Robbed of the soul and purpose
Now meaningless with a series of doppelgängers
Justice needs to be served for what’s right
All the efforts will not go down without a fight
Their passion, pure and unsaid Shall not mourn for its death
