You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break
Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train,
So that my enemies might go on talking to me,
Near my bed, to my pain
The last thing at night, the first thing in the morning,
Of their victories and of my cares,
Promise me not to go silent all of a sudden.
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Comments1WOW, I REMEMBER READING THIS BRECHT POEM WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, REALLY MAKES ME THINK ABOUT THE POWER OF COMMUNICATION AND HOW TECHNOLOGY AFFECTS OUR LIVES. FUNNY HOW EVEN THOUGH THIS WAS WRITTEN SO LONG AGO, IT STILL FEELS RELEVANT WITH SMARTPHONES AND SOCIAL MEDIA TODAY. GREAT STUFF FROM BERTOLT BRECHT, TRULY A TIMELESS MASTER!