Dear Instagram generation
Facebook neighbors from countless nations
Whose who speak in the voice of a twitting bird,
Come and riddle me this
Sing me a freedom song
Composed without the bass lines
Of sacrificed blood
Find me a free lunch
Without the secret seasonings
Of hidden agendas
Bring me a first fruit harvest
Without the fertilization
Of diligent bloody sweats
Show me showers of joy
Culminated without the dark stormy clouds
Of agonizing defiance
Show me an ancient mountain with shallow roots
If you can
Or an Everlasting iceberg floating carelessly
Along glacier fault lines.
Let us not be outdone by
Those who occupied Washington
Without the luxury of a hashtag
Let us not be outlived by
Memories of faceless feats
Who didn’t discover the selfie
Let not our stories
Be buried in clouds of bloggers’ mess
Outdone by tales which do not don newspaper clips
For there were who had less
But did more
Those with no eyes
But saw more
Let not our greatest references
Remain the plumb lines and ancient ruins
Of prehistoric accomplishments
Selah
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept