Ben has always loved writing. He has loved literature, he has loved the way that writing can change people's lives and sway their beliefs. He has been an avid fan of it since he read his first novel and has always wanted to publish a piece. Ben also loves squirrels and dreams of a world where his two favorite things could intertwine and they could learn to write, as he thinks they would have an interesting perspective on life.
“We are creative beings
Yet why do we succumb
To a moving picture?”
We are superior beings
We are commendable
Yet we kill
We maim
We destroy
We are brilliant
We are creative beings
Yet why do we succumb
To a moving picture?
So why are we entranced
By dancing pixels?
By flashing lights
That make us stare
Open-mouthed pushing thoughts aside focused only on
The Screen.
Our end will come.
Be it when the sun
Flames out?
Be it when the air
Grows dark?
But a new contender
Steps into the ring
This new fighter is the brainchild
Of our superior
Commendable minds
It is death,
Not by us
But of our devices.
A robotic voice telling us
The battery is low
Our machine will die soon.
And,
Too terrible to even whisper of,
What if all of our devices told us calmly,
The battery is low
What if all our helpful aides
Went and died
And could never be revived.
What would happen then?
The final cataclysm
Would be bestowed upon us
By our own creation
By the friend
that promised its everlasting help.
The Screen.
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