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Technology Slaves

Technology Slaves

A Poem by Angela Abate

Giant telescopes we built
to unravel mysteries of the universe,
but we stumbled upon our insignificance.
To compensate,
we built microscopes
and discovered quarks,
and saw ourselves lords
But we had forgotten the cardinal thing,
First, know thyself.
For the out is a reflection of the in,
the seen kin to unseen.
Everything is one.
Stone or bird, we dwell under the same plane of existence
on the very same shell of mother earth
and we pass our days squirming under the same sun,
appraising the same summer and spring
And, baying at the same moon.

And as the warm breeze passes over the blades of stiff brown grass
I cannot help but feel like I am the only one alive
Awake in a world of empty minds
Never have I been known to hope,
for hope springs eternal, I don't.
Never have I wished upon shooting stars,
they are long gone before you open your eyes.
So why then should I commit to feeble heartstrings
and things that burn out?
Why suffer with, rather than go completely without?
Technology slaves...
those who refuse to see
those who simply do not know how to be.

So tell me,
Technology slaves, when was the last time that you were alive?
With solitude and introspection.
You're just selling your souls for brief affection.
Sending out messages of empty blame.
Begging your lives to bring you fame.
While wasting them on things so mundane.
Technology slaves, when was the last time you let yourself grow?
With adventure and self-determination.
Things that will get you genuine admiration.
What happened to this nation?
Since when does transcendence
Mean such a lack of independence?
Technology slaves, when did you lose your ability to think?
With mind over matter.
You just sit back as you grow fatter and fatter.
With hate.
The type of dislike you have to really create.
The type of dislike you all seem to underrate.
So tell me, Technology slaves,
Are you happy?

© 2013 Angela Abate

Author's Note

Angela Abate
The structure is a little wild.

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Interesting wordplay and creative content of questioning rhetoric. I would imagine the 'Tech Slaves' are so brainwashed they are not aware if they are happy or not! Good read and the structure seems fine to me ... well done... :-)

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Angela Abate
Angela Abate

Chicago, IL

Writing is my passion and my future. I am a student in Chicago, IL, majoring in Creative Non-Fiction Writing and minoring in Cultural Studies. I am known to be full of surprises. more..