Techno society

This way , that way, that's wrong

Every mistake thrown in your face

As if you didn't see it happen

Every good thing goes unnoticed every bad thing's

Already uploaded on the screen we've replaced our families with

Every get together is a group chat

Every kickback is a Snapchat

A world where face to face is oovoo

And love you is spelled L.U.V. U

How can we call this moving forward when we never looked up for direction?

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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