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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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