Sonnet #1

The gates of hell open with Face ID
Loaded down with every app
Soaking up time in totality
Echoing pages attention wrapt

Scrolls of alerts and notifications
Attention splinters at the sound
Outrage at news of downtrodden station
Opposite voice in my neighbor enemies found

Each app clamors for power
Turning struggle into hashtag slogans
Our thumbs warrior for hours
Truth by clever lies broken

Close the gates of only in brief
Despair at Technology-in-chief

One thought on “Sonnet #1

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s