Critical Mass ~ Philip Brent Harris
Smart phones are a boon and a curse.
They unite, simultaneously isolate us.
Rooted deep into our days, our purse,
in oh so many ways they bankrupt us.
Tech rules, talking, staring at a screen,
cut off from each as we communicate.
To the fly on my leg, it means nothing.
In caves, no-touch interaction our fate.
Homes, offices, caves by another name,
cheaply built and lit, best we can obtain
No totems on walls, hearth has no flame,
buying the lie our reason cannot explain.
Claim this mud ball home, a sacred place,
as we loot, litter anywhere we work, live.
Swing round our star, found, lost in space;
will we take till Earth has nothing to give?
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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