20 September 2012
Their eyes are now decaying,
Communication by fingers,
I'm hoping, even praying,
That the revolution doesn't linger,
Eyes focus, constant stare,
A lit screen stains their eyes,
Their concentration doesn't tear,
And their minds don't rise,
Internet lies damage heads,
No time for something new,
People are so close to dead,
But there is no rescue.
First Poem • Opuss № I