They say the book-reading culture is nearly gone.
So, who will read my book and not yawn?
They say the internet and Apps are the now and future
So, should I leave my work online to nurture?
The electronic technology is brilliant I must say.
But will it be here forever when I am gone away?
I must be wise and do what I must do.
But will those to come know it’s more than a clue?
What if the plug is pulled from the source of power?
What if darkness swallows all upon the hour?
What if the progress made is stalled and made to cower?
What if the brain goes blunt and the thoughts are sour?
What if the world sinks beyond its beginning?
What if the cloud is dark without a silver lining?
What if mankind is pulled down as we scream and hoot?
Will there be strength enough for us to reboot?
The internet seems real but cannot be grasped.
What Shakespeare did can be felt and clasped.
We don’t know if the plugs would be pulled in years to come
All I know is that his works are here and are still as loud as the African drum.
It is for the world I make these bare.
But like the great one I must make the ones that will for years adhere.
It doesn’t matter if it is just my kids that can grab the clue.
I will smile in my grave for they will know that my words are true.
By
Eseosa Oriakhi
©April 2017
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