I wonder sometimes, should we dare
Ask ourselves why we are here?
We cannot seem to find our place
The on-line world's a scary place!
There’s too much buzzing in our hive;
To keep updated we still strive
But the God of Chaos reigns
Dame Truth, to hold her head up, strains.
A tsunami input seems to flow
We’re caught up in its undertow
Think politics across the Pond
Or global warming far beyond…
Each day new challenges arise
ChatGPT - a fun disguise?
We fight to sift the chaff from wheat
No longer trusting our Elite!
Today’s youth has a mammoth task;
Can they these vast changes grasp?
The printed word cannot keep pace;
Does poetry still have a place?
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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