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With The Internet
- LANGAA RPCIG
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7 With The Internet In this age and hour, I see And sense the cracks on the walls Of our values pitted against dirt With debauchery legalized and celebrated In infernal Sabbaths before the eyes of children; These early cracks on our walls, The walls of our ways, once guarded By family pride, the pride of the village. In this platform that belongs to nobody, Where all can be seen and practiced unrestrained, I fear for tomorrow the cultural Bastards these will grow to become. Slowly but surely like the growth of a pregnancy, Slowly but surely like the arrival of darkness This electronic clash, today’s colonialism, Is too much a price to pay? Where is our Respect for birth-orders and broken calabashes Whenbefore my eyes eaglets grow in defiance Of the bald eagle, and fragile cubs poised in insubordination To black-maned lions. Today we stand in defiance Of our identity in adoration of another’s vile ways Blind to our noble values in the face of waste. This internet thing. ...