Technology, The One Thing We Don't Need

Here I am, going to school,

Seeing those kids who think they’re cool.

With their new devices, there’s only one rule:

Without a device, you look like a fool.

I sit in class, ready and able,

The other kids’ faces vet under the table.

The teacher sits despairingly under the gable,

But knows the prospect of change is but a fable.

On my walk from school, I need to beware.

Cars and students pay no mind to the dangerous air.

They text, they tweet, and go on to compare;

All of their lives, they weren’t really there.

One man looks up from his bright little screen,

He sees a small girl, pretty and clean.

While crossing the street in her daily routine,

She didn’t know the light was no longer green.

He swerved, he dodged, he worked his way round,

The little girl didn’t look up from the ground.

The metal clanked, a horrible sound,

But he knew his efforts were in proper redound

The man lay down with tears in his eye,

His lasts moments of life, knowing the girl did survive.

I watched as it happened, the poor man did die,

And I watched the girl, who didn’t bother to cry. 

She continued to walk all the way home,

The poor little man lay in the loam.

And blood seethed down his grand dome

The small, clean, girl she continued to roam

We returned to class, the very next day

 The little girl sat in a bit of a fray.

The teacher came in with a look of dismay.

I knew at that moment this wasn’t the time to play.

She sat at her desk, she didn’t stand.

And I wondered if I should dare raise my hand,

To ask, what caused this depression so grand?

Such an attitude has hence forth been banned.

There was no need to ask, for she said aloud,

“My husband is dead, no longer tall and proud.”

She wept though she wasn’t allowed,

Around her assembled a sympathetic crowd.

The little girl stood and let out a yell,

“Because of my actions, I’ll be damned in hell!”

We went to the girl and attempted to quell,

But the teacher was confused and asked if she’d tell.

The girl sank back in her tears of shame

She told her the story and how she was to blame.

The girl sat there, depressed and lame

The teacher was befuddled by this outright claim.

When you ask for something we can’t leave behind,

Technology is one of the first things in mind.

But beware to what you are blind,

Blind to the contract you’ve signed.

How you agreed to allow technology in your life.

Knowing it will help with daily strife.

Closer to it than your loving wife,

Unaware that it can sting, much like a knife.

All I need in this world alone,

It isn’t something that you can loan,

It is a message that has been hone.

Please oh please, don’t live on your phone.