We bore witness to the digital age
It came too late for us to save
Ruptured and in the grips of endless swell
There will be no tolling of the bell
Carrion crows circle overhead
No place left where we can bed
Surface bleached to deathly white
None of this will ever be right
Choices are what we tried to make
Every one was a short-sighted mistake
And now our time will soon be over
Sounded alarms right into the void
Pity we had already turned to droid
Fashioned tales that we shall prevail
Truth is we have succeded to fail
War drums are but a distant wish
Memory about as dense as a fish
Manipulation with which we hope to fool ourselves
There is no depth to which we will not delve
Choices are what we tried to make
Every one was a short-sighted mistake
And now our time will soon be over
Faded relic atop the towering spire
Shrine to which we pledge to be a liar
While deep down the withering rules
Each new day adds a portion of cruel
Shifted view that has made us numb
Twinned with shards that breed dumb
Slivers of what could have been a blossom
Instead society turned collective possum
Choices are what we tried to make
Every one was a short-sighted mistake
And now our time will soon be over
Simon A Jackson - Writer 