Holding a window
My right hand takes the lead.
Left index, middle, and ring fingers hold it up,
Pinkie stops it slipping,
Thumb is free: to scroll, to type, to tap, and to swipe.
Supplied as safe for use
Yet in the wrong hands, untold havoc can be wreaked.
Window to World’s wonders,
To humankind’s horrors, to heaven, and to hell.
Reeled in by digital
Words, numbers, pictures, sounds, games, networking, selling.
Steals you from the moment;
A portal to the past, future, and the unreal.
Sleek stylish case contains
Rare earth elements; poor harvesters’ lives snuffed out.
A battery fuelled time bomb
To become an environmental pollutant.
Without technology
Would we be ….. more or ….. less?