In the valley where technology thrives
People are dying
Like a decaying corpses
Rotting
Stench so rancid
It curls the nose
Disembodied voices scream
To be heard
Who will hear them?
What became of community?
What became of friendship?
What became of intimacy?
What became of marriage?
What became of relationships?
What became of our voice?
What became of our choice?
Our choice, your choice, Everyone’s choice?
Do those relationships exist today?
Did they ever really exist?
Are they relics of the past?
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Good imagery and good questions. You may want to omit the 'a' in the third line as you are talking about corpes.