ADVANCEMENT?

Our faces glow not with wisdom but with empty pride when our phones perform a trick a poem weaved in seconds devoid of a human touch yet praised as art. We leave the farm & our trade To watch a match a thousand miles played. We cheer & we bet & we shout and clap And lose our roots within the trap. But do we ever pause and ask what’s slipping through the cracks? Can we still think without a screen? Can we stop and reflect on our tracks? Yes, the world has surged ahead and we with it but what of the ills & the confusion it brings with it? What of our glorious past That we’ve made outdated and an outcast? Must we always swim with the tide even when it pulls us from ourselves?