To learn at supersonic speed
A child will chop up dice and shred
Will question all outmoded plots
To be replaced by theirs instead
Unless off course lobotomised
By repetitious robot action
Imprisoned, buttoned up by tap
Blocked out from interaction
Minimised by data posterised
A mind laid waste in active sand
Where reality left to see the world
To visit random lives unplanned
What can we tell the children
As love and language are mislaid
A battery world completely flat
One last sentence "I'm afraid"
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