Fallwater ~ Philip Brent

Oh what a trial computers are, yet we cannot live without them
Their bits, bytes, drivers, apps, to most, as magical as a unicorn
Like people, get filled with junk, catch viruses like an alien BEM
We try to tend them carefully, but in time they grow old, forlorn

Like pets, love them, invest in their health until they’re near dead
Yet we replace them more quickly, our guide, our muse, our life
Those of us who grew up without them, find them a trial instead
We have survived without them, with the same dreams and strife

The world in joined now, we communicate faster than we travel
Know strangers in far-off places, who speak a language we know
To see behind the curtain, so greed and power schemes unravel
As it says in holy books, though not heaven, as above, so below