by Ruhani Roy
(Below is my poem about connections. The title is called 'Ctrl Z' because it shows how we can't really go back to where we began.)
The smoke sent our signals,
The moon being our only witness,
While we stayed apart,
All for us to be connected.
The bard of Homer plucked his lyre,
And sang out stories live,
Folklore to myths that never met the eye,
All for us to be connected.
Feathers fluttered for miles,
Pigeons ushered in good news,
Julius Caesar victorious again!
All for us to be connected.
The written word gained its ground,
Through postcards, books and newspapers,
Little boys delivered letters at our doors,
All for us to be connected.
Later, Graham Bell came,
Our words now flew through the air,
Faster than horses and men,
All for us to be connected.
Till walls grew ears,
And gossips flew,
Elvis: the talk of the town,
All for us to be connected.
Mum’s eyes swelled with joy,
Her darling had used her hands to speak,
The freedom of speech through signing,
All for us to be connected.
Youngsters flocked fast-food joints,
To watch the FIFA Cup LIVE,
Billion bets over spicy meals,
All for us to be connected.
The World Wide Web made the world smaller,
People wept together,
As the Australian forests burnt,
All for us to be connected.
Locked in our screens,
Silent family dinners,
Intense feelings, lost in an emoji,
Are we really connected?
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