If McLuhan Were Here Today
A heightened form of visual outlook,
Awakened to unrecorded conduct.
Conquering experience like a crook,
Rendering experience picked and plucked.
Showing people, instead of being us:
Pure perception is gained by life process.
The constant perpetual sharing is a fuss.
We must do for our internal progress.
The end of that tale can be quite woeful.
Mass consumed, mass produced, and we abuse.
The mind becomes numb, and life is dull,
No one stops to smell the flowers like ewes.
Our ego's impulse is to stop caring,
What happens around us does not matter.
Now holding in our thoughts is daring,
And private sacred moments shatter.
What sort of hypocrisy happens here?
When GoPro petitions we are "heroes":
War joins the utile tool to drones building fear,
Loathsome, hideous deaths then tools bestow.
We must stop prostituting precious life.
Immerse yourself in the nature of things,
End your misery, your destruction, and strife.
Discover, and explore the beauty that brings.
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