Humanity in the Age of Glass

Humanity in the Age of Glass

We dwell in towers made of glass,

Where signals blink and moments pass.

A thousand eyes behind each screen,

Yet few can say what they have seen.

Our voices echo through the cloud,

So many speak, none feel the crowd.

Connection lies just one tap near,

But hearts grow quiet, edged by fear.

We’ve built machines to know our face,

To track our steps, to guard our place.

We automate, we replicate,

But love’s still something we create.

A child still laughs with muddy hands,

The sea still draws lines in the sand.

An elder weeps where memories fade,

But in that grief, the soul is made.

We fly through stars, we split the gene,

Rewrite the world in code unseen.

We dream in zeros, ones, and more,

But hunger knocks on every door.

We wage our wars with words and drones,

Yet ache for peace in silent tones.

We reach for Mars, forget the soil,

Where roots once grew from honest toil.

And yet—despite the fractured way,

We help, we hope, we kneel, we pray.

A stranger lifts a fallen friend,

A mother sings when days won’t end.

A poem shared, a truth confessed,

A hand held tight in quiet rest.

Each act, though small, redeems the flame—

A light the world cannot reclaim.

So here we stand: both lost and found,

With every soul a battleground.

But if we choose to rise, to see—

We shape a truer destiny.

Not in the feed or headline scroll,

But in the depths of every soul.

For even now, behind the glass,

A beating heart is built to last.

Moral:

In a world shaped by technology and speed, it is our humanity—our capacity for compassion, truth, and connection—that defines us. Progress means little without heart, and even in the digital age, it is kindness, courage, and presence that keep us truly alive.