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Screens


These screens to our eyes

we become so confined

mezmorized by the light.

Blinded to the world

or to the planet we know.

We stay behind our screens

hoping not to be seen.

This is our life

from the age of eight

I had a keyboard in my hand

only to call my mom and dad.

The typing and swiping became so easy

I forget whats infront of me

in class we use to pass

the notes on the ground

now we hide behind books

hoping not to be found.

The books were not meant to be read

but to hide our screens

the unseen of where we push send.

This generation so caught up in this screen

the blue light affecting our eyes

but the evil stays blind.

Now we all have this technology

and the world has come to its norm

but we all stay behind these screens

hoping not to be seen.

The pictures we post

the comments we share

the locations we trace

but would you dare

say that to their face?

Is this something that is gone?

Communication through our lips

the words beneath our breath?

our world is gone, all due to a screen. 

The children depressed and our parents so stressed

about what is on our screens.

In this world

I learned to have my own conversation

rather not normal than whats on the screen.

But to open my lips 

and produce words on my breath.

Face to face,

not this video chat.

These screens have become the evil

and it is so very vile.

It has corrupted the world from communication.

From early years we learn to talk. 

We put words together

To make a sentence, 

but now its like our voices are gone

and our fingers are all we use..

I wish everyone would speak and meet, 

the poeple they are talking to on the screens.

Dangers and beware 

the scare of the unknown.

Ten year olds are talking to strangers on the phone. 

Child abduction is questioned 

on how its become so easy

but because of the lack of monitoring

kids are being taken,

Locations are shared,

conversation is there,

but who are you talking to behind those screens.

Face to face I talk,

Keeping it straight

not losing the way of the world.

I hope to see, 

one day people like me

will soon see the problems are on our screens.

 

 

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S.zaynab.k
<p>Yes I&#39;m sure many can say things from behind the cyber screen which they can&#39;t in reality. This is an interesting great thought provoking poem I liked. Kudos.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>pls please do review/comment on my newest poem too.</p>

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