Society

Society

A Poem by Dawn Jones

Society

Psychosocial dissolution

Brought on by an over socialization with the television

Each generation deteriorating into mindless automatons

Spending all of their time making love to the home-style arcade

 

Whatever happened to the days where families played scrabble at the kitchen table?

Instead they gorge themselves on the loveseats of their living rooms

Obsessing over the latest celebrity faux pas

Is Charlie Sheen really winning or has he simply lost his marbles?

 

Teenagers in their skinny jeans and graphic tees loitering the malls

Obsessed with being drunk and naked

While romanticizing suicide

And eating their emotions because they have no other way to express themselves

 

We’re losing what it means to be a society

Our only role models sparkly freaks stalking teenage girl’s bedrooms in the middle of the night

Nine year olds playing sociopathic vampires on the playground

When it used to be hopscotch and Pogs

 

How have we come to this demolition of civilization?

This destruction of the constitution of humanity

That is nurturing hate between Beliebers and Bennett’s Army

Children suckling on the teat of a wireless connection

 

We’ve forgotten that there is a face behind the tweeting bird on our VDTs

A soul on the other side that smiles and laughs and dies a little bit more inside

Bullying a new favorite past time

A game to make us feel bigger and better then everyone else

 

Is there a way back to the lighter side of the force?

Or are we too far gone to resist the monster in the mask

Allowing our children to drown as hate swallows us down

And the zombies created by our own apathies take over the world

© 2022 Dawn Jones


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wow all this sentiment i too have written of...you express it so well...

i am a child of the 50's and 60's----lived in NY, played hopscotch....we played cards or scrabble or Careers as a family...

now it is like you said in this...and society is diminishing itself...


i have cried about this for years...i feel like a 60's person completely out of place in this world of reality tv and text messaging.

i love this poem

thank you for writing it.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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amazing....there are no other words for this. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I toast my drink to you.

You get it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


There must be a group of people around who would brand the writers and supporters of such writes as backdated or old haggard.
Whatever be the reaction of those so-called progressive people may be,this is very true that we are losing the care, affection and warmth of our beloved society.We already have lost real faces.Relying badly on fakes and frauds.
Very nicely penned.
Adore your courage.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow! You hit the nail right on the head girl! And I could add so much to this indeed. EXCELLENT 100/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


A nice poem with a good message.

Posted 11 Years Ago


It's refreshing to read this and I'm glad you wrote about the subject. I like the flow and the words you used. Children suckling on the teat of a wireless connection
that is my favorite line.. great write

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow all this sentiment i too have written of...you express it so well...

i am a child of the 50's and 60's----lived in NY, played hopscotch....we played cards or scrabble or Careers as a family...

now it is like you said in this...and society is diminishing itself...


i have cried about this for years...i feel like a 60's person completely out of place in this world of reality tv and text messaging.

i love this poem

thank you for writing it.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yup. TURN OFF THE TV. For us - its toss out the smart phone too. You make a valid point with this. We are tubezombies.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not much to say except: Well said and written!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm not sure if there is some perfect place in time for society to return to where people actually communicated with each other but I feel like we're slipping further away any potential. This piece speaks that miserable feelings that I get, even now sitting in front of my computer, typing this review--that we're losing any hope of knowing what it's like to look someone in the face and talk to them, to work at communicating, knowing, and supporting, and loving.

As it evoked this kind of response, know that I find this piece to be thoughtful and definitely not without a deep political message.

~Soulkiss

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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