Technology

by Dvor

Maybe maybe it’s alright
If I say not what all others might:
'Technology advances are prominent prouds'
Well perhaps my view shan’t be said out loud.

Why oh why technology do you grace this foolish world
If I hardly know a soul that has not yet been burnt
We all join your crazy march of faltering, stumbling, blind
I wish I could now say goodbye and leave all this behind

How do you explain the mystery that’s taken over here
It has no humour and no whit but it’s a riddle- that is clear
Why do you waste the time of every pure that’s left
How come that you cause breakdown, leave every soul bereft

Oh go oh go, just go away you’ve gone way out of line
This world is now too strange for me it is no longer mine