The Bear - Charcoal drawing I have done as gift for friend with a bear collection. Hope she likes it!

Below is a poem cum rant lol reflecting today's mad world.

Action

What has become of the olden days?

The days when we jumped directly from the bed,

Headlong to housework, work work, or visit a friend?

What has become of the action days?

The days of sport and walk the dog and play,

A picnic on the lawn outside,

Or mere drinking tea in the warming sun?

With temperature controlled houses,

With facebook waiting for updates,

With the world at our fingertips,

What need is there for travel?

Hello world I can see you from my bed,

No need to catch a plane, rush around and tire myself,

Chat with friends all day, play games and write snippets of gossip – making coffee for just one these days,

These days we think are so advanced,

These days as we are programmed into the machine,

Into the internet net of humanity,

And hauled to conformity in a mass hysteria,

Of acceptability,

Reliability,

Sustainability,

To what end, has someone imagined?

What benefit is to be gained in keeping all,

Predictable?

A universal data collection gadget,

Of profound usefulness,

Unbelievably easy to instigate,

Initiate and maintain,

Educate the world,

Get them all online,

And soon we will see nothing done,

No advances of the ‘real’ kind!

Obesity will reign,

As we shop at home, socialize the same,

And gain skills without hands on practice,

And fix the virus in the machine but not the germs hanging around the house,

And when the clever decide we all want to eat baked sesame pie,

Or that we believe we are unique,

Very swiftly we will find we are not outside the box at all,

For to think differently we need to be different,

And sesame pie will hit the supermarket shelves,

If you do the same as everyone else then you are the same as everyone else,

Soon the entire world will live as if under house arrest,

No need to move outside the home,

No desire to move anyway,

Sad, yet happy, yet unsure,

Where this world is leading us,

The proles sacrificed by technology,

To the slaughter in virginal innocence,

Given to the gods of big business as tools for expansion,

Promotion,

Exploitation,

To our damnation,

It becomes our life,

From light to dark and beyond,

Don’t grow a real garden pluck a virtual flower!

Serve meals in a virtual café and forget to feed the family at home!

I know this to be true,

For when the damn thing won’t work,

I do!

© Denise K Mitchell 2010