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