Modern Era Poem by Lianah Quero

Everyday, we pass by,
Not noticing how time flies,
Always scared for our lives,
Yet we don't even try,
To remove our tragic strife

We are determined by our dumb likes and posts,
To the extent of not caring for those who love us most
We go the extra mile for a 'creative' status
Who cares if we don't interact with the ones next to us?
For they are the same way, are they not?

We have over hundreds of friends on social media,
Can't say the same thing in real life
Always resorting to Wikipedia,
Because we aren't brave enough to take out the knife
Isn't that right?

Millions suffering from depression,
we say good luck to them
Why don't we confront them in reality?
Why can't we stop poverty?
Because our WiFi connections, are more important to thee

But who cares, right?
We let ourselves be this way
In this troubling modern era,
Is this how it will forever stay?
Is this our only option, the only way?

In this modern era,
Where we all have troubles
But instead of trying to heal,
We decide to post them

In this modern era