What are modern technology and medical breakthroughs for
When there no happy people anymore?
There’s psychic hotlines and personal ads to go with new age trends
But still the strife, gloom and depression never ends.
Dreams forever shattered and all hopes have been banished
Consideration, respect and harmony have all just vanished.
There are very few smiles and even less laughter
Incomprehensable to think of happiness ever after.
Relationships are disposable and children are on their own
There’s an overpopulation; yet, everyone feels alone.
To keep a positive attitude is the latest thing they preach
A façade of emotions, pushing intimacy far out of reach.
In the stirring of the night, through the silence, there’s a cry
Going unanswered, whispers softly, “only the lucky die.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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