How to flee this digital storm?
Spirit’s tired and body’s worn
From the toxic strain of living
So very distant from the norm
Oh to live again at a pace that’s slower
Back in mother Nature’s bower
From who we’re now quite orphaned
By those who sit in power.
To live again in a passive world
Where we’re free to take or leave
Not blitzed by ads, seduced by fads
And harassed ’til we bleed
When that digital wave first came lapping
A novelty to our shores
Little did we guess, like the Trojan Horse,
The sicknesses it bore
Although its allure was sugar-sweet
Designed to win us over
We’re now ensnared by prickly thorns
And by poison in the clover
It’s too late to turn back now, I fear
Too late to voice regret
We’ve all been taken prisoner
Our very souls in check.