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A World Full of Screens


I walk around the park on this lovely day in spring

Yet, aside from the birds, I seem to be the only living being

I pass a playground once full of children who used to scream and shout 

Now it stands abandoned and decaying with the rust that creeps about 

Vacant swings eerily move and let out a cry, 

As if calling out for the attention of any human that passes by 

I walk by the pond, with water that shimmers as I near 

However, if people continue to use it as a trashcan,

I know that its waters won’t remain so clear

I admire a bird that flies by flaunting its crimson wings and crest, 

Only to frown upon realizing the garbage that it used to build its nest

What happened to this lovely park that is slowly rotting away?

As caretakers of the Earth, shouldn’t we notice this and try to make the beauty of nature stay?

I wonder this as I hear the bird call out to me in a musical voice, “Carpe diem! Carpe diem!” “Seize the day! Seize the day!”

As the sky begins to take on an orange-rosy hue, 

I know that it is my cue to head back into fast paced realm called society

On my journey home, I come across a local cafe that has a facade so quaint and dear

Yet, it has an uncomfortable silence that detracts from its welcoming atmosphere

Friends and family sit in certain places with a trance-like look in their faces 

Instead of conversing on their own, their faces are glued to their iPhones

I’ve noticed this trend on the street, 

Where people communicate by pressing send instead of speak

Children now stay inside of their homes

 For with these gadgets they don’t have to venture outdoors in order to hang out with friends

Technology and media is leading humanity to such a preoccupied state,

That people have seemed to forget that Mother Earth’s health is declining at such a rapid rate

And once she finally passes away, 

Where will humanity have a place to stay?

 

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