Sweet Pills Pt. 1

DrichThePoet

It's sweet and

It's highly recommended

It's the fighter of 

Anxiety and boredom

So they say 

 

It's redesigned to 

Become a part of you

And soon turn to addiction

Funny thing though,

You just agreed

Cause you were in to see what's in the package

That you forgot to read the  

Terms and conditions.

 

I'm glad that we 

Have made life easy for everyone 

But I'm worried as well. 

 

These pills are not swallowed 

They are either taken by listening 

Or just staring with your eyes 

How I wish, that bitter paracetamol 

Would be taken in such manner.

 

If you have not taken it 

You are not a verified human 

We have attributed 

So much value that to it 

Than we ever gave to God. 

 

Its a pandemic

And site of shame to the dead.

And it bestows fame when you trend

A horrible tragic

Christened the right lifestyle.

 

We are not sick nor unhealthy

But have lost the man to man connection.

Seeking a blindspot happiness.

Don't exaggerate it otherwise

Its good and useful in the hands

As well as it's bad and 

Enslaved our brains to the apex

That our sole fountain of pride

Erupts from gazing at it.

Such irony you flaunt.

 

Obsession with it,

As society comes to summon,

A vile of truth is hidden

And a table of feast is set before you

To distract you from reality.

Everyone is trapped

In their own fantasy of interest.

And I have nothing much to say.

 

Clouded are my words

If one speaks the truth

Who would accommodate such truth.

A lie told several times

Eventually is the truth

My Lord, I would like to mention some of these pills

But due to their monopoly and

The circumstances of the world

I can't. Forgive me.

 

Its all an pandemic.

We're living in someone's imaginative world.

But what can you do?

Your peer joins and to keep up,

You do the bidding and you are ok.

 

These pills are easy to consume

Without even noticing

You've taken overdose.

Caution should be ported when 

Going to the pharmacy to install such apps.

  • Author: Drich The Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2023 00:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: This has been an impulse of pain for me to see as how we dreadfully use time on scrolling and pause and play. The youth mindlessly scrolling through TikTok feeds and letting time pass them by. This is a pandemic even if you don't see it as much. Its with pain and caution that I write this piece of work. Measurements should be placed on how we use such serviced. Like in China there is a time limit on how long a child is supposed to spend on their smart devices and it's a thing that over there it's a law that everyone must follow. You should know that time used can't be taken back. DISCLAIMER ⚠️⚠️⚠️: This is a self awareness poem and does not have the intention to paint any organization in bad colors. TikTok is mentioned as reference to all other social media apps and other apps that are not social in nature and I don't want to mention them due to Community Rules and Regulations. Move with caution. Be safe.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • 2781

    I liken it to the forefathers giving coloured beads to natives.
    Keep up the good work.

  • Christina8

    Eye opening, it is riddled in truth and I for one appreciate it



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