Ice Cold Conversations
When on earth will you call them?
After, they are dead?
Don't you get it?
God made ears for hearing, not texts to be read.
No wonder people kill each other.
They are love-empty inside.
Keystrokes are not the same
As hearing the voice of another.
We won't even talk to a customer rep?
Oh, no..we choose Apps over humanity?
No small wonder, we are human wrecks!
Just pasty, glaring faces stuck to screens.
Or thinking that FaceTime is our way out.
You can't hear their souls', cry and shout.
We, breathing corpses, cold and so mean.
The world's biggest scam, on holy devices,
the world's dream!
And how happy we are to have our children
be on the same devices.
Where they, too can share their hearts in ice-
cold slices!
5/11/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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