For my great great grandmother.
We live so much in the now
But not the moment.
The past is out of focus
Focused only on the future.
That was then and this is now
And how could we possibly
Take seriously anyone without
A mobile phone or credit card?
Primitives looking back at us
From metal plates and fading prints.
What would they say to us if asked?
It would be some task to get a handle on us
With our bluster and greed
For a good
Selfue.
That’s us in the modern age
Time hungry for quality time
While millions starve.
www.randallstephenhallsongs
A northern Irish artist.
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