The age of technology is disenchanted with prayers,
It's built of connections with strangers, mind-shattering games.
Yet nothing is new in the world - neither hope, nor betrayals,
And human illusions, misgivings and sins are the same.
While soothing a child that's abandoned, destroying a temple,
While baring souls with a crazed, invisible laugh -
We manage to battle for real with virtual hatred,
And love is for real - though maybe it's virtual love.
We only grow lonelier, whether repenting or grieving,
We drown in computers, and words disconnect from a face.
The age of technology probably happens for real,
And glimpses of Heaven beckon through a twisted embrace.
20 июня, 2009.
The age of technology
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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So true, yet so convenient - you can log out any minute :)
Беляева Дина 20.06.2009 05:08 • Заявить о нарушении
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