Is the Internet a Blessing or Curse
Are we in the devils grasp? all being controlled?
Is the Internet a Blessing or Curse
We smile through screens,
not face to face.
Each home aglow, a wired place
A air-tight roof, the outside lost
exchang dreams at Wi-Fi’s cost
Kids don’t run, they sit and scroll
A pixel fills a growing soul
The streets stay quiet, parks grow dry
The sky replaced with apps to buy
Everyone thinks we’re living our best
Everything's took over,
our life, and our homes.
It is all a mess.
laptops, pc it’s all a learning test.
iPad world of smiles to lure us in.
Yes AI takes over us, and our life,
internet is one big brain washing.
Darkness always follows light
humans summed up in pixels and gigabytes
Children don’t go out and play in the streets
As long as there’s internet, life is up beat
However
Remember there’s modern perverts
along with scammers waiting online.
Internet’s changed the world we’re all blind.
The darkness and AI,
our brains filed and filled.
Along with screen time it’s sending us blind.
Face book, twitter, you tube,
and TikTok now our home
living the life with Google Chrome.
We think we live our very best
as we sit and internet
searching as we roam roam.
Something’s off, the light feels staged
Our hearts are full, brains disengaged
The world was wide, now held in hand
A tap, a swipe, the modern land
We chat with bots, human eyes or tone
Each house now hides a world alone
Darkness creeps where light once stayed
Behind the glass, the smiles fade
The predators now click and lurk
And scams arrive like pop-up work
The internet changed all we knew
It gave us more, but took truth too
Now AI speaks, and few resist
And in this false life this we all exist.
So here we are, this wired race
With false mirrors held to every face
We scroll and post, we share and like
Yet lose ourselves with every swipe and bite.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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