Our children are the heirs of postmodernity.
Unsure of who to follow,
Relying on themselves.
Or the selves that they think they are,
As their minds link to
The feeding tubes of internet propaganda,
Biased news stations,
And their one-sided ilk.
The sufferers of man-made diseases,
Modified to catch.
They lose their will to the photographs
Which chatter behind their backs.
Who was once the guardian of their selfhood,
The keeper of their lack?
We’ll watch as the images mumble,
Non-human shadows giving back.