Technophobe

• Taylah Tysoe, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

We rely on a thing called a phone,
We stop our world, it's our life we postpone.
Our heads are down focused on a screen,
It's hurting our brains, there are minds we have to clean.
We spend four years looking down on a phone,
There's a ruin in the making, we should've known.
These devices are evil, these devices are lethal,
We are a generation of fools, smart phones, stupid people.
These touch screens we have, have they made us loose touch?
You loose your cool because two bars ain't enough.
If you want to be rewarded best parent of the year,
Just give them a phone watch their childhood disappear,
Yes it may fix them and stop their cries,
But it's them that will end up with only square eyes.
Stop, look up, put your phone down,
You'll really be amazed of what's all around.