There used to be a time
When we could see other people’s eyes
And wonder at the marvel of God
Somehow we got bored
We hold up glasses to see through
To mask our blindness to see the truth
It is no wonder we want to go bigger and brighter
The façade of sight needs all the detail to seem true
One day we would make a name for ourselves
Caged in a sphere of flat screens and power pixels
We would revel in our blinded solitary prison
A lonely community of cyborgs existing
– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2022
Christ a poet 