Adrift In The Sea Of Wires And Screens.. - Poem by Jesse Marasco
The power lines are singing.
An electric sigh for the technological age..
All day and night the lights are glowing,
From town to city.
Inside the hollow homes,
Where lives the hollow people.
The book becomes the t.v.
The phone replaces the paper and pen.
Producing addicts faster than heroin.
Foaming at the lips for a glimpse of the latest.
Emotions tossed aside for entertainment eyes..
Taken in by the awe of fantastical schemes, and flat screen skies.
Does any one recall what silence is,
The volume at 13 that is..
The closest to peace society
As we turn on the tube to forget,
And sacrifice our minds to the gods of the internet.
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