A generation taught to fear;

to never hold another near.

To feel that isolation rules;

taught by computers – bloody fools.

Friends are OK but kept apart;

no one close to fill their heart.

Starved for affection, we will see

a generation never free.

A generation lost in space,

A generation with no face;

covered guises say “no hope”,

how will this generation cope.

Emotions hid beneath a shield;

beneath the lash the masters wield.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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