Ask AI: Would thw founding fathers of america approve of America in 2023? Explain your answer in the form of a sonnet

Oh founding fathers, nobles of the past, Would thine approving eyes upon us fall? The lofty dream, by sacred ink held fast, In modern times, dost prosper and enthrall? For freedom's flame, though tempered, brighter burns, A tapestry, diverse, of voices strong. Yet through the lens of time, the heart discerns, Both inspiring strides and dissonant song. Innovation's march, in bounds and leaps we've seen, A quest for justice, echoed through the years. Yet, shadows linger, peace remains but keen, Conflicts and cries still summon forth our tears. Would thou approve, or gaze with tempered eye? 'Tis what we strive, the stars shall soon reply.

In visions bold, they inked a nation free, Where liberty and justice would prevail. Their spirits yearn to see what now would be— How dreams, once born, have charted such a trail. A land united, diverse in its creed, Technologized, yet struggling in its heart: For freedom’s banner still they’d see, indeed, But factions’ rise might tear their hopes apart. The rights of man, in words so deeply penned, Still echo forth, though challenged by the day. Their eyes might gloss at progress without end, Yet fret o’er virtues fallen to dismay. Would they find joy, or sorrow in this place? Their dream lives on, yet treads a thorny space.

Though minds of yore can't breach the modern day, With open eyes, they'd view the land anew; Across the years, much changed from their array, But echoes of their dreams still might ring true. They forged a land of freedom, hope, and light, Yet knew not what their future seeds would grow, In tech and thought, in civil rights, our plight Evolves, beyond their ancient minds' sow. Their hearts might swell with pride at what endures, The voice of people, free and strong and vast, Yet pangs they'd feel for strife that yet ensures, In shadows of the future and the past. In part, they'd laud; in part, they'd disapprove, But knowing time, they'd trust our hearts to move.

In days of yore, they dreamt of liberty, A nation born where freedom could take root. Through arduous strife, they sought to decreed, A land of choice where justice would commute. With quills in hand, they crafted laws so fine, To guard against the tyranny of might. Yet time has passed, and though their visions shine, Today's America holds varied light. Perchance they'd laud the progress we have made, In science, rights, and voices newly heard. But mayhap they’d lament ideals betrayed, In discord’s din, where unity is blurred. For dreams evolve, and nations ebb and grow— Would they approve? Some parts, they'd praise; some, woe.

Across the years from ink to digital page, Would souls who penned with quill and fervent dream Approve the land that’s staged a modern age, Where freedoms blend with tech’s advancing stream? The Constitution’s spirit bold and free, In modern lights and shadows does it gleam? Do truths they held still guide our liberty, Or drift they now as echoes of a theme? Envision change through eyes of ancient minds, Some marvel progress vast, yet some lament. For justice seeks a course the heart defines, While discord blinds where unity was meant. Approve or not, their vision stirs us yet, For dreams of freedom we must not forget.

Oh, Founders of a fledgling, nascent land, Wouldst thou approve of what we’ve now become? Two centuries hence, a nation proud doth stand, But shadows cast where once the light did hum. Fair freedoms fought for, dearly bought and prized, Endure amidst the march of ceaseless change. Yet discord's echoes haunt the dreams you prized, And unity, at times, seems frail and strange. Advances vast in science, art, and mind, And diverse voices lifting freedoms' song. Would make your hearts swell proudly, and remind Of visions bold you held so clear and long. But see the trials we face, the rights in strife, Would evoke deep thoughts on liberty and life.

The colonies declared with no small pride Their sovereign freedom from Britain's reins. They took to forge a nation unconfined From monarch's rule, and make democracy reign. But would our Founding Fathers look the same Upon the nation in two thousand twenty-three? Would it still uphold the principles they named? The beacon of democracy still gleam? No matter how the times have shifted so Our founding fathers would be pleased to know That in its core the nation still holds true The virtues they'd enshrined in law so long ago. For liberty and justice still apply Ensuring peace and harmony here by and by.