Playground Ghosts Poem by Maja Dezulovic

Why don't the children play?
they ask,
too afraid to admit
what we all know.
It wasn't like this in my day,
they smirk.

But I ask,
why would kids jump and run
when two thumb taps
provide instant fun?

Why renovate the park,
when all the children
would rather sit around at home
behind screens and
in the dark?

So playgrounds shrink
and profits rise.
But who's to blame
now that we're
one finger's swipe
from our own demise.