January 14,2006; revised Sunday morning January 15,2012
Tomorrow? Wolves will hunt with wolves,
and we will have lost ourselves to bitter code—
to bits, and bites, megabites, Big Data.Lone bits,
lonely bites, even in the most crowded of cities
you feel most lost, most alone, most afraid,
moreso even thanCrusoe felt, who, walking alone,
found the footprints of another in the sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The danger of humans being dehumanised due to the growing spell of virtual reality on their lives correctly pointed out. I have tried to give a solution over it in my poem The Path Golden Middle. Will appreciate if you find time to read it and comment. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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