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Oct 2018
I do not need to talk, I have a phone
Facetime is for screens, not for real people
I'm busy texting so leave me alone
This is how we think, why? It is so dull

Violence and anger - innocence is rare
The only outdoor activity is crime
Forests, moors and rivers but who would care?
When computers and tech is in its prime

Virtual cities known better than real
Slang known better than actual English
A debt of childhood from which we can't heal
This cannot continue, so pray and wish

That perhaps comes a day when laughs return
Joy, running, chasing and exclaimation
Only then will we take heed and will learn
The things that lack in our generation
One of my first attempts at poetry, I take pity in modern society
Brad Farrell
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Brad Farrell  M/England
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