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[ravenshaw]

See this century with its meagre charms
Paper thieves who still thrive on phantom fear
Hunters eat ready meals from frozen farms
But, careful, Big Brother didn't come here.
Instead see the e-mails, faxes and phones,
Disconnected, despite the networks and
The pale human lights who flash all alone
On the cyber space they make their last stand.
Escaping into

Comments

[i_kender]

Excellent! (applauds)

[ravenshaw]

Thank you. It's not quite a sonnet, I couldn't get the iambic pentameter right, but it's a pretty good stab, I think.