by Mankh
The Internet’s fast
but the Traffic is slow,
the planting of plants
with the prayers that they grow.
So many ways to communicate
but who says more than “hello”,
so much information
but who’s in the know.
Infrastructure in need of repairs
so the Traffic is slow
but the Internet’s fast
while the cars line up, all in a row.
The products are pricey
yet the seeds we must sow,
survival is dicey
yet the children must grow.
When time’s of the essence
but space is ignored,
some think that’s progress
but i get bored.
Each place being sacred
what we’re working toward,
the pen can be mighty
but so can the sword.
Some people favor
the wrath of the Lord,
yet isn’t it wholier
when every being is adored.
A modern marvel
what’s done with cell-phone,
yet a timeless model
that no one’s alone.
There’s a fine line
between pleasure and woe,
the Internet’s fast
but the Traffic is slow.
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