New-Age Nevers

The slight tapping of mindless writers,
Hypnotized by glowing squares
Graphite permanently etched in their hand
But not in their heads.
Paper crinkles, flying
Another hope is dying.
Forgotten are the ways of chalk and book
Ever Unoriginal, real artists dismissed with a dirty look.
Revolutionaries lead with remotes held high
Jaded with “stars in their eyes”
They come falling like tear drops, raining from the sky.
Scratches on a pad make a mouse run.
Small mumbles sound like 1-0-0-1.
Welcome to technology
Where people are made pretty.
Welcome to your present, your future,
Lies only torture.
Forgo the truth though
Of your not so long ago,
Forgotten past,
At least I'll remember the last.

Written by Kaitlin Bennett

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