Gone is the day for kings, flanked by thousands, with iron and steel.
Gone is the day of chivalry and valor, loyalty forged stronger than fear.
The gallant pursuits of the hero of old, are known only to the dust of the past.
Here is the day of the tank and the bomb, destruction with ends undefined
Here is the day of celebrity, distractions to shutter the world from our minds
The heroes of this day are mechanical, war hammers replaced with microphones
Gone is the day of human immersion, cooperative thoughts and energies shared.
Gone is the day of quiet conversation, face to face, with full emotions bared
The warmth of being human has been left behind, only fragments stir in the wind.
Here is the day of the digital life, assimilation for one and for all
Here is the day of the pocket device, communications efficient and small.
Our new language is transmitted in bits and bytes, and condensed to micro blurbs.
Fret not my friends for the old shall be new and the new shall be old once again.
Weep not for the state of a world in decay for in time we shall all make amends
Empires rise and empires fall, and time flows on like the tides.
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