In our modern age, we have information about anything, anytime, at our fingertips.
Pilots have almost instant weather information, yet still let weather kill them.
Depression still makes people miserable.
Politicians still lie.
The rich continue to get richer, and the poor, poorer.
We still have no answers to any of the WTFs — big or small.
Peace among humans is as elusive as ever.
Granted, computers have given the objective left-brainers more power.
But poets are as numerous as ever.
Gurus are under every rock.
Yet events still seem to shock.
The contented seem to be the ones who don’t give a shit.
We have no heroes, only ones and zeroes.
Posted by: John | July 29, 2013
The Modern Age
Posted in Poetry
What are your thoughts?