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Mind focused,

Not drifting into array,

Into political games,

Where opinions,

Can Divide,

Based upon one’s mindful pride,

Need to put media streams negatively to rest,

Let it run its ride,

As it always wants to seek the best,

Ways to divide people even more,

Is that what ones voice is for,

If that is the case ,

Then we should evacuate,

So our minds can speak only positively,

Not who has the better face,

Is it so hard just to say hello,

Than to sit in one’s sorrow,

Looking and seeking a better tomorrow,

When all it takes is to Hold hands,

And follow like a raising awareness supporting wristband,

All this lack of thought is really sad,

Has our minds become that sour and sad,

That we only see things as meeting a criteria,

Thinking that one is more superior,

Not wanting to have everyone feel a bit freer,

As we live in a thriving Technology race,

It seems to have lost its original state,

To just be a form of which to communicate,

So we can relate,

Instead we want technology to replace,

Our own taught learnt minds,

Is this what the future holds,

Then one must have been blind and sold,

To not realize what the future generations,

Would say and not be told,

To be made to shut up and fit a mould,

As individuality becomes a thing of the past,

As every job leads to the technology swagger,

No wonder no company seems to last,

As old skills and knowledge,

Has been forgotten,

Now everything is slowly rotting,


You say one should think,

When all one sees is ones world sink.

Filed under: My World By Helen Ingram (Poetry Book Number 2), Poetry

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