Techy Wars

We live across a century of techy wars.
Most morning are filled with one bot or another;
Facebooks boasts ads catered to our wants,
Ads pouring our of various devices
Interrupted for but a moment to socialize with another.
I would text my friends on either device;
They would be struggling with the same indecisiveness.
Slowly, we try to release ourselves,
Untangle from the wires and apps and screens.
In the day we are reminded of those devices
As they call us, waiting impatiently to be used again
Their makers already hunting for new, almost unimagined ideas.
As the lights darken, the screens project brighter,
We would try to socialize, try to find each other.
Put down the device, grow away, grow apart
Untangling with talking, ourselves with each other,
Ourselves with ourselves. We keep attempting despite
The ads and “new” technology, to reach beyond ourselves,
To let go of the trap, to wake.

We live across a century of techy wars.

Based off of Muriel Rukeyser’s “Poem”

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