The Poison of Improvement

The experts at last have made a Mechanical Turk,
And how proud they are of this marvelous work:
It knows the rules of chess as law
And never gets less than a draw,
It makes the game a science, a technique,
That it executes without flaw
And so banishes from chess its mystique.

The experts also made the world much the same,
A Mechanical Turk enhancing play at each game,
Efficiency is its firmest guide,
So mankind can glibly stand aside
As the world becomes, through reconstruction,
Plastered tombs, dead inside;
The experts perfected the world unto destruction.