Information Age Plauge

Standards came
and went and died
and passed us by
in lullabies.

We knew home
our culture true
what came before
nothing new.

Stories trailed
and tattered now
mutts we became
in this stew.

We split our ties
our songs but cries
of loneliness, separation
wretched lives.

No one knows
our newest pains
ancestors forgotten,
sad, ashamed.

Tradition is gone
community trashed
nothing lives in that
brighter past.

But we sit and sing
our lies and lives
on digital wires
reaching wide.

Cold and dark
this vast emptiness
this net of tears opens
our fears.

Traverse it with
careful eyes, but know
that always you are
bound and blind.

Eyes dark and dimmed
phosphor glow
electric wires we're
chained alone.