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Poem

It came so fast, and without knowing why, we were entranced, a thousand images passing by.

The world at our fingertips, imagine what we could do, limitless possibilities, the never ending breakthrough.

We marched toward greatness, as it grew we were glad, to connect in a way that we never had.

The sound never breaks, it grows louder and louder, the message it sends is that we can all be prouder.

Proud of our accomplishments, look at what you can achieve, you all have the chance to rewrite history.

We post images of our greatness to share with all, while monetary value mixes with our call.

We start to show ourselves in this beautiful light, forgetting the origins of man’s first plight.

The intent loosing meaning like a story unfolds, where does it come from where does it go?

As the algorithms grow, the connections fade, the bottom line is there’s money to be made.

Each glowing screen designed with you in mind, we don’t stand a chance to see through the divide.

Our individual greatness continue to soar, we believe in our stance down to our core.

The other side is wrong why can’t they see, meanwhile the algorithms continue to feed.

Mathematics are wonderful, it’s absolute, except now humans are what we compute.

As I sit here now, my eyes stare at the glow, trying to find the next app to fill the hollow. I wonder if somehow we got lost along the way, by trying to bring light we took away day.

I reach out to someone but nobody’s there, except an image of a perfect family or a video on hair.

I hear the division amongst my family and friends, I wonder will we all fall and how will this end?

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