Our Generation

Are we all golems now?
What happened to our emotions and our mindfulness?,
We used to love the exterior but now we have all created our own interiors,
Brainwashed we are,
Focusing but only on a thirty centimeter stretch,
We lived a slow, easy life,
Where satisfaction was unhurried and worked for,
Never immediate.

What happened to the pandemic fondness of nature?
The love of all things exuberant.
We are based on robots,
They control our every move.
Why not depart from this new habit and rather expose ourselves to mindful activities and blissful creativity?

Hannah Ashwin
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