iWorld Poem
This eye-opening poem wanders the many ideas of technology destruction, along with an image that I edited to put modern day life into perspective.
iWorld
I’ve sent more texts today,
Than real words spoken.
And I’m not ashamed,
I already know this world is broken.
When I drop my apple,
The damage is much more than a bruise.
When I go to pick a blackberry,
All in all, I loose.
My phone is my lifeline,
When the battery dies, so does my heart.
When nobody texts back,
The loneliness, where do I start?
Schools enforcing technology only,
I can’t come to school without my device.
But when families are 8 feet deep in debt,
Why do we buy more data? At what price?
The iPad mini for 269,
Which is basically just a bigger version of the iPhone 6s,
Which for the small price of 649,
Please mom, it could be mine!
Now, we can’t stop investing on newer technology,
Because we won’t fit in, we won’t know what’s going on.
And when we don’t know what’s going on we slip into the state of depression,
As we loose contact with mutual friends, breaking the Facebook bond.
I’d rather hear a tweet on my phone than a tweet outside,
I’d rather look at the view on Instagram than actually hike the mountain,
I’d rather FaceTime my neighbour than go speak to her in person,
And I would rather live someone else’s life online, instead of mine.
Look at us mankind, we died.
