Smartphones without Smartsouls

O man! You called yourself modern

Because you designed Smartphone

And you navigate the world at a click of a button

Yes! You bragged for being superlative

In technology and commerce

And for your life devoid of essence

Achieving a factious like miracles— hence.

Then you sit back and said “I eased life.”

Make it full of joy, casting out grief

For sure man created the best cloth for his body

The best house to live happy

To live long life with no agony

Nevertheless, can humanity, be— only body?

Is humanity complete to live with extensions?

How about his life through intuitions?

O! No. Humanity made the greatest mistakes

How on earth he ridicules on his immortal-ness

Almost doing nothing for his soul

With a look attractive and inside foul

O! Humanity, thy soul unclean

No water to heal— the wounds upon thee

No drug for you to be healthy.

Yea, humanity—worked a lot, for millennia

Just for the body

And killed you mercilessly.

But, his deeds has boomeranged

And start to slay his own flesh

For he killed his soul in darkness

But in broad light to splash—his blood

As the blinders guided him to the wilderness.

Man claiming industrialized and modern but turned a living corpse

Beat—heat and breathless………………………………………....

That sways to the direction of the wind

With Smartphones but without Smartsouls

Worku Belachew

21/4/2015

Dedicated to 30 Ethiopians executed in the wilderness of Libya