Woe to this Modern Age -C



When you cannot distinguish
what is a bird's call
and what is a cell phone,
then you know:
you are aware in the modern age
where folk no longer call
from their porches
and acknowledge their neighbors,
and the grocery store shelves
are packed with chemical laden
foods-for convenience
of cancers,
and you no longer write a
personal letter
or talk on the phone
to a live person, or commune
eye to eye with those  you do 
business with...

Tis the modern era-
devoid of individuality,
where the brainwashed reign,
and the odd ones are devalued
for differing from the norm...
Tis the way of the future
all as one
one as all
where babies can be
premeditated in labs,
and what we gain...
is it equal to what we have lost???
What anoints us
is our creative selves
what depresses us
is the blandness of the age....

phoebe


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