The sky is black and street lights illuminates nothing but hair
Face down arms locked on phones without a care
walking down streets focused on little screens of light
Just crowds, marching along, left right, left right
Their bubble often disturbed by a bump and a hasty apology
As they immediately reply, not too worry
Not paying attention to facial features
Or whether they were cleaners or teachers
too busy being hooked on machines
So tell me doctor, what is this disease?
How can something promote inclusion of all while excluding from the many
As screens dominate from phones to the tele
Taking over our lives and our minds
As we learn who to be by what we see
And who we should flee from the news at tea
Force fed values and beliefs through a technological drip
Sending in bias and prejudice as we look at just the tip
Of the information iceberg of current events
As those who know begin to lament
As we are imprisoned by what could free
Confined by what we ignore and fail to see
Indoctrinated by lies and misinformation
To a way of thinking that leads to the wrong destination
So look up at those around you
Raise the curtains that are blinding you
See everything and everyone around you
And make up your own mind on what makes you you.
Don't let what's on the screen decide you're ideas
use what we have before us to realise
We are not part of a mold, we were not born to be controlled
Not stuck on a door we did not realise revolved
We decide our own fate, we can influence the debate
We can challenge and change to make sure we aren't late
To arrive at the right destination
Where we can all offer salutation
With our faces illuminated by the light
And our machines controlled by our own collective might.
