Technology

• Mayah Clarke, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2018

The lights are bright,
They shine and dazzle,
And wipe the smiles off frozen faces.
Rays hit vacant eyes through an unrelenting stream of devices,
Lost in the flood of electronic, robotic, despotic activity,
Drowning in a sea of likes and comments.
Draining, lost but not forgotten,
Indelibly printed in the web of lies and fake profiles.
Are we lost?
Perhaps not,
A glimmer of hope pushes its fragile tips through the rich soil of humanity.
A longing, a remembering, brings us back to life,
Awakens the sleeping masses,
Puts the robots to bed and fills our minds with hope.
We pause, we breathe,
And switch the lights off…