The New Wave Poem by Tony Adah

The earth itself
Is not a stationary object
It spins slowly
And invisibly on its own stick,
Man who came to occupy it
Swung and jumped
From a gatherer to a farmer
And from a farmer to a fabricator of things.

Now there's a new wave as no other
Information they tell us is everything
To everyone,
Our cellphones now our libraries and hospitals
You asked a question without seeing
Who the question is directed to
But an answer is ready in a second.

This wave is swift
It moves in a lightning speed
And who knows where it may sweep us to?
If not the heaven we want to be
But still we run away from death
Or the hell we pass through daily
Looking for what to put on the table.