It's here with us inside our pockets
One calls one answers one tweets
It's smokeless but can be seen
No hands but controls the mind
Addictions flows in it's shanks
Lives are lost through it
For it kills concetration and focus
It's claws are ugly with poison
No real friends are found though it
It robs happiness from society
It's another kind of competition
New packages are delivered
First internet and preferred storage
It's appetite drives loots in town
No peace one calls one answers
Young generation have succumbed to it
Ugly and shameful acts are committed
Crimes and life threats in its puffs
Time is wasted all day on it
See beyond on what can be looked at.
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Author:
Francis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2023 04:41
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Comments1
(I like how you utilise cigarettes
as a starting trail
for all the addictive substances
and distractions
purposed, to hinder our modernity
strongly worded
an exasperated impassioned plea
for people to wake up..)
an important write, dear Poet
Thanks so much Mr. LB
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