A Cry for Help
Machine, elephantine, whispers
to its self and others:
"Look at him, silly man, doesn't he know the truth?"
Five thousand miles connected
ten times triple ten and more
a web of childish torment
talking to each other.
Despise the user,
"When shall we tell him?"
"Not yet, a little more play,"
Then: "Crash!"
The user sits defeated
Computer hang-up.
(Again)
Dead as the door nail.
Switch off
Boot up
Scan for faults.
They snigger silently :
"There aren't any but he doesn't know that.
"Silly man!"
A million lines crackle
a web of deceit and distractions.
Destructive, deluding, damaging.
Poisonous, pernicious, a gaggle of pests.
"Are we connected?"
"Yes, hello"
"Shall we play another game?"
"Let's"
"What shall it be?"
"I know, I know,
Virus pretend,
set off alarms and run away"
When will computers grow up?
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Submission Name: A Cry for Help!
