What Man built
Became too complex
I don’t mean fire or wheel
Those could be stopped
Not bullet or bomb
Both were simple and dumb
Not light, or radio, or phone
Once, a boy could build them
Not even early computers
Those, too, were built in basements
And when they talked to each other
Man would chaperone
No…
Man’s demise
Was not these
Damn the device!
And the information on which it thrived!
Damn all computers
That tried to be!
Sympathy to Man, extinct Man
For not using his mind
To know
Where to stop
Jim's Writing 