by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
I saw the world through a rose-tinted monitor
Illusions in a pixel painted box
Love and beauty, hope and faith
All in one place, we talked
There it was, within our grasp
World peace and brotherhood of men
The end of war, the end of famine
An electronic Eden once again
So paint the world as you will
And hope for better days
But the truth lies underneath
The flowery colored haze
Our Eden fell to online hell
As virtual throats were slit
By two-edged words and curses heard
Through cables, fiberoptic
You cannot hide who you are
Or mask your true intent
To everyone at all times
In messages now sent
Avatar or human being
Yourself you will become
The truth comes out eventually
Will you stay or run?
copyright (c) 2009 - Kris Dibou - used by the gracious permission of the author.
hippie
Posted by: Adric Antfarm | May 11, 2009 at 08:48 AM
tree hugger
Posted by: treehugger | May 11, 2009 at 11:44 AM
My fragile heart is now in a thousand shards...oh I am transported.
Posted by: Septimus Severus Legume, Sad-Eyed and Misunderstood Poet | May 11, 2009 at 10:01 PM