The smart, modern boys
who'll shepherd satellites
and parent sly AI -
live blocks away and
spend sunny afternoons with
digital zombies.
I talked with one - once,
I think, he mumbled some
strange techno-English.
He was pale and
skittish but attractive
In a shy, goth way.
"Who are you voting
for? " he stared blankly, "for prom
court? ? " he stared blankly.
"Madison's nice, I
say", handing him a ballot,
*He checks her name* "Thanks! "
From a teens perspective, the world holds promise due to the innocence that sparks true hearts, but passing the curtain of reality political Rhetoric
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..typo, passing the curtain a political rhetoric...hopes and dreams fade as the hearts of mankind display their undoing, , , but for the moment enjoy....your poetry is refreshing and a pleasure to read, I wish others here would put their hear into their poetry as you do, great poem!