Your Intentions

Your intentions Were good It’s just that you misunderstood The technology You issue your child A digital leash An electronic guardian, babysitter, and spy We show them the door and provide the key And allow them to see the world in its entirety Unfettered uncensored and raw in form The ugliness of humanity presented as the norm To give a young mind access to this To allow them to self-program in digital bliss Then dare question ourselves with “what did we miss?” When we allowed this environment to exist Our intentions were good But we misunderstood, our gift Which was designed to lift, connect and convey Though sadly has devolved to corrupt, confuse and dismay And program our youth in new and horrific ways To satisfy the flavor of the day An endless binary Kool-Aid poured for our youth Drink up my child Unlimited data for you, only the best How ironic to unwittingly poison our youth, our future To be our own executioner Giving our own children the digital rope, they need to hang themselves with But then again, our intentions are good, and really isn’t that what matters in the end?!!? Isn’t it? Can you hear me now? Eric (and sometimes not)