Social media brings rays
To everyone who has a lot of ways
To communicate or utter
Our joys and dismay
In unending line of arrays

Social media has been a link to one
To express one's joy to thy only one
Exchanging view of the blue
To seek thy wonders in a three or two

Social media sometimes change
The natural ways of exchanging grace
Instead of talking one's view in an open hand
It now extends through a screen on hand

It forbids a personal connection
Enclosing a short span of rejection
It hinders how you see and feel the emotion inside
Even though you felt it with delight

Social media has its pros and cons
Understanding where you should belong
Communicate thy message to thee
How you see thy present in one, two or three

"Digital Error" / "Blind People"

By Arcassin Burnham

Inside the machine,
fake ads inside the machine,
Promises inside the machine,
Hopelessness inside the machine,
False love inside the machine,
Taxes pending inside the machine,
Fake news that you see on t.v they're posting everyday
inside the machine,
Edited videos inside the machine,
There are ghost inside the machine,
Mislead media inside the machine,
Copy voices inside the machine,
Paying music inside the machine,
hypnosis inside the machine,
Don't use your voice cause they could hear
on the other side of machines.
I do not compute , to this stupidity,
Even though I have half a brain and I don't
have my diploma don't mean that I'm
gullible,
Just means that I'm acceptable in this
matrix , how can you stand to take this?
While you stand around lying to yourself,
Needing no help , need a lot help,
But you won't cry for help,
They make you pay taxes in this machine,
Their killing black people in this machine,
The things that see in this world isn't real
and the food is fake , the whole real is a
machine,
They put a lot stress on your plate for diner
Of satan , its more than you really could
keep,
We have to revolt and take it to corporates if you know what I mean.

/

How do you find the pieces to your own
puzzle?
How could you make all of this make
sense?
Are you afraid that the world will end and
you won't get to tell your friends,
And family how much you love them when
you know your world will end?
Paralleled earth , its bout' time we huddle
up,
Ignoring what you can't hide is simply
not an option,
All the demons , all the bickering, you
could simply give it up,
Or end in an endless pit of self destructing
concoctions,
Blind people,
Blind blind people wanna ignore it,
Can't confront the inner demons if you
always run from it,
Most high is out there letting her pain go
to strummin',
Picked up those lessons and thats word
to miss Lauryn.


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