Tiny Hands In Shiny Strands

In tiny hands, a glowing screen A world of knowledge, or so it seems But with each swipe, a deeper hole And a growing disconnect, we can't control Kids so young, with heads bowed low Trapped in a world that we don't know The light of life, so dimly lit As screens become the new babysit The lure of games, the children fall An addiction that can take it all Their minds consumed, their focus lost As time passes by, at a staggering cost The world is real, and so much more Than screens and pixels, we can't ignore The future waits, with open arms But are we raising children with self-harm? So let's unplug, and take a stand To guide our children, with gentle hands And lead them towards a brighter light With love and learning, and a future bright.