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The New Age

February 24, 2016
By Escritora PLATINUM, Bucharest, Other
Escritora PLATINUM, Bucharest, Other
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To his mouth goes my hand’s ink!
And the electric corpse feeds.
It says minds ought not to think,
And in our ignorance, we heed.

It says pen and pain can be effaced,
And what’s intangible can’t ache.
But right here, in this red intricate maze,
Why does it all feel fake?

Our soul’s intoxicated,
By a man that doesn’t breathe.
Our spirits are sobered yet fascinated,
By a mechanical thief.


In the fissures of our brains,
There’s little He’s forgotten.
Reality’s gone down the drain
And the rest has become rotten.


Veins are plugged to walls,
And the heart, it beats in volts.
Humanness has been shattered with a fall,
And it has been nobody’s fault.


The author's comments:

This is a piece aimed to depict how technology has affected me as a person and a writer; as the inernet has become indispensable, we find that less and less time is devoted to writing, to imagination, or to what cannot be expressed in numbers or calculatons. I was inspired to write this piece due to a phrase that I found outrageous: "teach children to code before writing". 


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