Picture And Sound Poem by Kassem Oude

It's the period of pictures and sounds
They keep every whisper and motion
E-recorders in all nooks abound
Saving actions details and emotions

Too small too far and too fast items
In cosmos watched by the moments
Beyond blurs in bodies in cell stems
Live or postponed, what the talents

Life is full of forged and fairy tales
No one agrees yet without proves
They are right they can't all inhale
Heads hard to accept alike moves

World traces and whispers are archived
Future children could see whole truths
Then would be no brains to be deceived
Acts cleanly sans hurdles mind of youths

If in deep past some had stolen tapes
Would we see works during miracles
If we provide dead wee cyber capes
They'll tell us what in tombs they ogle.

Kassem Oude

On September 9,2015