Digital Children

A new age of communication
either engulfs you
or leaves you behind.

Voice is reduced to
the typed word.
Talk has now become
a timed backspace.

As civilization spreads,
we desperately seek that closeness.

Sound waves are nothing,
flickering words are empty.

We keep socializing the
anti-social way.
We, the digital children,
marching on and on.

So close now,
so close to understanding,
so close to breaking through
the web of wires.

But what is left is an
unfeeling world--one we've
conquered, but can not
delete.

Lost in the symbols
we can decipher.
Leaving those who can't
in the piling refuse.

Taking the hands of
the faceless from afar,
we, the digital children,
march on and on.

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- SJM -