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Technology

In our technological culture corps weapons with devastating power soar along the threshold of space, unseen. Zooms at once cross oceans with a mighty roar. Hide in pockets in unguarded classrooms, with windows barred and chains upon the door. Computers with limitless solutions, spoil seven year old tax deductions. Enough food to feed the populations, of this world, stand wasting on grocery shelves. The starving, who will fill their little graves, never had enough to fill their bellies.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/20/2009 7:00:00 PM
in the vein of my poem "handheld god" so true, Bill, your humanism will triumph!... of that I AM SURE!!!! jimbo
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