I look at Facebook,
And See No Face,
Only a Book of Empty Space,
On which we have lost connection
With our ability to communicate

Feelings are now something you can download,
As our grip on reality does erode,
Let me just send out a Tweet quickly,
Or send out a Snap chat of myself in fickly,
As if others opinions of me really matter,
When their first thought is to compliment and to flatter,
Thinking that if they like me, I’ll like them back,
This social sphere is like a never-ending contract,
All necessary emotions delivered in a fashion most compact,
Like robots needing to be fed on a daily basis,
We all live in computerised-stasis,
Searching for an identity in this social sphere,
Turning to it for security rather than reality because of fear,
Fear that to each other we have become blind,
This dependence on being liked has messed with our mind,
An addiction that sadly cannot be treated,
As we all have socially been defeated,
By the idea that people in that screen really care,
When all they want is your like when they next share,
Please remind me, what is a friend?
Supposedly a bond of mutual affection,
Then Social Media is its’ insurrection.

Anonymity is like a new kind of creativity,
Inspiring us to hate and despise everyone’s public activity,
With each like making us feel bigger,
And each comment making everyone online snigger,
Louder at words that we’d never dare say,
If we had to confront the recipient physically in any way,
Does suicide make you feel good inside?
I’m talking to all you who have such pride,
In bullying others until they take their lives,
And you realise you feel bad that they died,
Until guilt becomes the hilt,
Of the sword that will behead you,
And you lose all satisfaction,
With Feeling at all,
Until it is yourself that you maul,
And so you see this is just an example of what can be,
If we keep picking Apples from the Garden of Eden’s tree.

The news can now be summed up in 140 characters,
As we lose all satisfaction with real factors,
We look into each others’
I-pods, I-phones, I-pads,
But never each other’s eyes.
I may have 4 bars,
But I’m still not connected,
Thanks to this social disease,
With which I have been infected,
Online I’m LinkedIn,
But really I’m logged out,
Oh I’m so alone someone help me out,
But no one will because they’re alone too,
Whether they admit it or not,
Their realities skewed,
It’s said that one really good friend is lucky for you,
Well I have three hundred,
How about you?
See we all compete to have more,
So we don’t feel alone,
We text 29 at a time,
Yet don’t pick up a phone,
See we all want to be more than we are,
Then why don’t we just get up and go somewhere far,
Far, far away from this world,
To a land where satisfaction is not an addiction,
Where the desire to be liked isn’t humanity’s affliction,
And maybe one day that world will arrive,
Sadly I don’t think we’ll still be alive,
And if we are we’ll still be searching,
For that genuine life we have all been yearning,
Never realising it was all around us,
Choosing to sit at our desks instead,
Until we all lie on our deathbeds,
And realise that Social Networks were the poison that killed us,
The constant drinking corrupting our thinking.

In the future when man discovers the truth,
That the Social Age is what has made us so aloof,
They will tear down the establishment that has destroyed generations,
Ending realities constant sedation,
Allowing us to absorb real information,
In a real world with real people and real feeling,
With true communication that Social Networks had been stealing,
And perhaps museums of our time will be constructed,
Into a second Dark Ages this generation will be inducted,
And people will file into the great hall of truth,
Staring in awe at the ancient Facebook,
Marvelling at the countless lives that it took.