Brendan Curran with a poem from his expansive body of work.

23-December-2022

 The Flickering Light 

The statue still children hunched over the flickering light
Prisoners to a metal abuser, morning, noon and night
It’s good for their education you hear the parents say
But then they turn their back, and walk foolishly away
♞♜♝
Many parents are as bad, their device gets all their time
Abandoning their children, it should be made a crime
It’s a modern day catastrophe, society will soon foot the bill
Children growing into adulthood with a dependency on pills
♞♜♝
Sitting in a darkened corner, just the screen lighting up their face
You wouldn’t have thought there was a human being there, occupying that space
It’s lazy parenting, why have a child at all, it kills their communication skills
abandoned, playing games alone in rooms attics and darkened halls
♞♜♝
They never seem to hear you, or even know that you're there at all
Unless they are talking to you, via a device or mobile call
Children no longer want to leave the house,the games swallow up their mind
They are lost, to a destructive new culture that’s cruel and unkind
♞♜♝
If a human abuser broke in to their home,there would be screams all around
But the technology abuser does it quietly . . . no one raises a sound.

⏩ Brendan Curran, The Poet Without A Pen.

The Flickering Light

Brendan Curran with a poem from his expansive body of work.

23-December-2022

 The Flickering Light 

The statue still children hunched over the flickering light
Prisoners to a metal abuser, morning, noon and night
It’s good for their education you hear the parents say
But then they turn their back, and walk foolishly away
♞♜♝
Many parents are as bad, their device gets all their time
Abandoning their children, it should be made a crime
It’s a modern day catastrophe, society will soon foot the bill
Children growing into adulthood with a dependency on pills
♞♜♝
Sitting in a darkened corner, just the screen lighting up their face
You wouldn’t have thought there was a human being there, occupying that space
It’s lazy parenting, why have a child at all, it kills their communication skills
abandoned, playing games alone in rooms attics and darkened halls
♞♜♝
They never seem to hear you, or even know that you're there at all
Unless they are talking to you, via a device or mobile call
Children no longer want to leave the house,the games swallow up their mind
They are lost, to a destructive new culture that’s cruel and unkind
♞♜♝
If a human abuser broke in to their home,there would be screams all around
But the technology abuser does it quietly . . . no one raises a sound.

⏩ Brendan Curran, The Poet Without A Pen.

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