All the False
Every day life goes by
But we never look up at the sky
Heads in our phones
Where does all the time go?
We walk the street
But the people we meet
Are in our hands
Is this who we are and for what we stand?
All the false things
Are our upbringing
Even now you're reading this
Online, on a site
In yesterday, you know
People might not go
To Instagram, Facetime, or Snapchat
Instead they would go and face to face, talk
And foot to foot, walk
And their friends?
Way less were just in their heads
So look up for a while
See the world and
M a y b e
Just
M a y b e
You'll smile
This poem is about:
My community
My country
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