Upon the web, a case unfolds,
A tangled tale of ancient holds.
The human mind, with weary pace,
Scans dusty books in sacred space.
But in the ether, bright and vast,
An AI’s searching eye is cast.
It sifts through code and digital ink,
Faster than a person can think.
It reads the statutes, dense and deep,
While human eyes would start to sleep.
It maps the precedents, a legal chart,
With tireless, calculated art.
A prompt is typed, a simple phrase,
"Interpret this in modern days."
The bot replies, a verse precise,
On law's new form, and its device.
Yet, fear remains, a whispered doubt,
As humans question what it’s about.
For though it analyzes fact and line,
Can it understand the human design?
The nuances of justice, old and new,
The moral gray, the shifting view.
The AI offers a sharpened blade,
But is the human heart portrayed?
So let it search, let it compute,
And find the branches from the root.
But let the human mind still guide,
With judgment's hand, and heart inside.