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.
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