This Modern EraA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenWhere are we?This
Modern Era Here, on this earth no one knows me. No one sees me or feels the pain I feel for the planet, for the human race. Everyone is surrounded, bathed in the glow of plastic, plastic payment cards, not real currency, so spend it. Plastic surgery, everyone does it, so I need it too. Plastic lives so kneaded and formed by the media soup in which we bathe, much of it so patiently false. Plastic friends, who we collect like football cards on the likes of Facebook, Linkedin or Writer's Cafe, most we do not really know. We are tube fed through the internet and suck from it as if it had sustenance. In the meantime academics have been telling us for decades that we need evidence and until we have it they must live on and we must accept a dying world.
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2 Reviews Added on September 28, 2017 Last Updated on September 28, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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