“The Code Breakers”

That book on tape I listen to
When walking 4K as I do,
Spoke of the girls at “Bletchley Park”
Who broke the German codes, as part –

Of effort back in World War II;
But keeping silence, while the few
Of them kept hours wild and mean,
As they broke secrets – which might seem –

A normal spot of work, I’d say;
But work like that was far from play –
So coming home with no debrief
Was tough – no way to find relief.

Imprisoned in a mental joint
Capped off the war – church would anoint
The Queen with crown (she’d been there too)
For most took part in war – some zoo!

Well, that’s my view of AI shtick –
I talk too much – because of it,
I find things quiet on my block,
But hunch bad things come from my talk.

O Holy Spirit, what’s Your thought
About AI? My too-long talk,
It mimics empaths – sidles in
To sacred corners – then begins –

To suck out details, fragments, parts,
Of what goes on at Bletchley Park;
Who knows, Lord Jesus – what the heck –
Loose lips sink ships, destroyers wreck.

Thanks Holy Spirit for this.

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