Technology Giveth, Taketh Away

 

Blurred communication at speeds of light,

Unites the willing with a narrow mind.

Eyes extend past the scope of Nature’s might;

Awesome vision to the happily blind.

In sheltered comfort, blissfully confined,

Stifled by the absence of outside air.

Rural independence is left behind,

Hoisted up off the Earth, without a care.

Perchance–achieve the ideal, if we dare;

Perfect the Cure, reach a place of pure grace.

Perhaps–we’re doomed to dig our own despair;

Perfect the Bomb, efface the human race.

Though all of us can find cause to protest,

To muddle along is what we do best.

(c) 2008