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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That we’ve made outdated and an outcast?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?
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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