Category: poetry

  • Death of the Speaker

    Take a look around you.You see the same as me?Theres tables filled with telephonesno camaraderie.With couples locked down texting,and families follow trendthe only table having funis filled with grey haired friends.I fear we’re all becominga slave trade for this tech.I wonder if in years to comewe’ll get our recompense?But yet, I look around meas food… →