We used to think in words.
Writing was our passion.
Aeschylus, Shakespeare,
TS Eliot, Voltaire
And even Zane Grey
We sang in words
From chanting to the Beatles
We argued in words
Does anyone still know
Lincoln and Douglas?
We fought in words,
We cheated and stole
Twisting language
In print or face to face.
We even used words
As a covenant to trust.
Then some were entranced
By the movie romance
And soon we wanted
Our own lives
To be just like the movies.
Today though
Our children live in
Images
Subliminal
Or in your face.
The image, the app face,
No need for thought
Nor even dreams
No plans or schemes
You do just as your
Memes, mimic and mock
Those they know
Are their enemy.
Eight hours a day
For 12, 15, even 18 years
And those best programmed
Get another 4, 6, or 8.
One voice one image
One message:
Good or Bad
Us or Them
Pro [gressive] or
Con [servative]
No need for argument
No need for words
No need for love
No need for life outside
No.
