THE MODERN AGE
T.M.Connolly 2002         In this the year 2001, with fingers poised.
I sit in front of an apparent miracle
Staring at words of hurt and rage
Accusations flow like water
Caused by egos churning, Id's damaged,
Superegos permitted out of their cage
Desperate angry words upon a page. Is this?
The modern age?   Dear friends we do not really know.
Faces hidden by scrolling banners
Screaming out suggestions where to go.
We allow strangers to hurt us deeply
Attempting to return the blow
And call it in our search for supremacy.
The modern age.   Well, I rebuke the demons that inhabit this machine
The Gremlins now dwelling in cyberspace
I wish you all that you most wish yourself.
Offering the parts of me, with timid caution
I am secure enough for you to share
Brothers and sisters, each and every one
So precious and so rare.
Tap compassionately upon the Keys, for we now live in
The modern age.   Humans are not evil by design in this gods
Lovingly formed and most beauteous earth
Yet "The Forbidden Tree" still tempts us
This tree of knowledge, which now lies at our fingertips
And we mistake this tool for godlike power so rare.
Dear children of the world beware,
As you type soulless words upon a page, beware.
The modern age.   This gift that we possess is changing us byte by byte.
I pray we brethren all will escape the sirens call
Most mean no harm and if eye could see eye.
Would pull back from cruel words and inhuman deeds.
It is the anonymity given by this box,  which gives rise to the destructive flame  of hurt and outrage. There is no other identity on which to place the wrong. No others to take the blame 
We ourselves created this,
The modern age.   Perhaps we look to this tin can filled with chips and bits,
to ease some inner pain. To make us feel a part of a changing world
that allows us no respite.
We must ever push to survive,To eat, to work, to procreate.
To try to understand our fellow travelers.
On this spinning ball. To be survivors of
The Modern age.   I have no answers for this conundrum,
It is but our latest human trial.
Friend or foe? This cyber sonic crystal ball.
All I know is that we, must resume control.
Before someone scrawls Fin, on what was.
The Modern age.