Old & New Peers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Social Media, Media, and People talking have become our only source of information, base for judgment, and of course unwritten societal norms. Naturally , when things aren't what they are, chaos sets in long before we realize we are beyond redemption.

Filter, filter, makes you a trendsetter
hiding the fact that you’re much older.
Sticker and glitter to show you matter
lest you be called a bitter critter.
 
Slangs, hashtags and comments
define events and moments.
Followers to buy or sell components
otherwise lifetime opponents.
 
Freedom of speech and gender
to unleash chaos for a new world order.
Because misconduct is the way to be proper,
In a time where being real is harder.
 
Real issues thrown away like used tissues.
Who needs solutions when we can sell problems?
Why stand together when you can divide and conquer?
Judging is thinking because talking is listening.
New generations claim to know better
because the old ways are no longer
Now that the truth is out of order.
 
And so we filter pictures creating monsters
because problems create believers
because ideas are dangerous and liars are winners
because politicians have worshipers.
of hashtags and opinions shared as stickers.
Who can afford to snooze when nobody wants losers?
 
According to the new diction: New generation 
are masses in competition choosing a mission 
focused on a life based on recognition
even if it leads to self destruction or omission.
With an ideology of indecision 
advocating mass incognition,
perversion and corruption define recognition.
 
Original is a sin in a world of have been.
It doesn’t matter what you’ve seen
because change now comes from a bin
where death and silence are akin
and emotion is a matter of skin
where the truth is a bubble popped by a pin
we call how to be in and stay in.
 
So cheers, here’s to your fears
having the loudest jeers.
Keep your filters, I have my leers.
You have your eyes, I have my ears.
I guess old and new can’t be peers.
 


Submitted: October 22, 2020

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