Technology Heaven

         

 

   This poem is based on an idea that we civilized human beings lose important things because of depending on technology a lot.

Technology Heaven

All houses don’t know darkness.

You can run away, and even fly to the universe.

You can stay in a refrigerator in summer.

You don’ have to worry about carrier pigeons.

That is a “Technology Heaven.”

 

But on a dark island occupied with many wasted memories,

How are seagulls feeling?

In a river polluted by unwelcome fatal guests,

How can killifish sing?

In a forest vanishing by cruel overwhelming steels,

How can monkeys have good dreams?

In a city covered with heavy rotten air,

How can children play soccer outside?

 

We are slaves.

The master is called “money”, who has no will and no emotion.

We are tightened with invisible chains and forced to work

for the master.

In the past, in America,

Slaves were tightened with visible chains.

People struggled against slavery with

furious blood and millions of tears.

Finally they saw the sun rise on the desert.

Visible chains are not here anymore.

Please tell us

What it means to live.