We are the drones,
the mindless connoisseurs of hate and war.
We've lost all feeling and touch,
a disconnect to the world around us.
Wondering around this computer screen,
reading this text language and believing all that we see.
Our world has become trivial now.
These streets empty as these bombs hit the ground.
Minds of men are putty
with the majority molding theirs for death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting and somewhat prophetic. There are some who, the longer they stay 'logged in' on the web, the further they distance themselves from the reality of the world. I liked it