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The dystopian present (in contradistinction to the utopian future portrayed in A.S.J Tessimond’s poem Daydream)
Nowadays, people are loners, avoiding any sense of communication
Hatred is all that they feel towards each other, their hearts
are malicious, malevolent, lifeless as plastic dolls
People are enslaved by their thoughts, keeping themselves to themselves
and that’s all
They are cramped and restrained, pressured and controlled
There is no room for mistakes, imperfection leads to condemnation
Work consumes people’s souls, sleepless nights, exhausted minds,
just to please their boss
There is no time left for play, work-eat-sleep, there is no
other way
Time is money, they say, the clock on the wall won’t ever stop
And because of this, people have lost their smiles
Happiness won’t ever come back, unless time dies.
Mariza Lambropoulou B’ Class
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Variation on the Beatles song When I’m 64
Running, playing, laughing, crying
In a moment these are gone
but what matters is the love
Will it be true at 64?
Trying, failing, winning, dying
Is it really terrifying?
I don’t think so, if there is love
Will it be true at 64?
Will you play, will you laugh
Will you love me like you do?
Will you think that I’m enough?
‘Cause age is just a number, too.
Sitting there together happy,
Will it be a dream-come-true?
Or will you leave when you get angry?
Love will fade at 22.
Once I thought that we’d be happy
The next moment this was gone
Maybe it’s just because I’m sleepy
Wake me up at 64!
Evina Zenetou B’ Class
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C.L.I.C.K.
Communication is the main reason why internet exists
Love something, you buy it with a click
Impatience running through your veins
Click is the most popular sound, even in space
Keeping an eye on your computer every day
Control is now nowhere to be seen
Living for social media alone, addiction has appeared
Incapable of putting an end to this
Commanding my brain to stop, but it’s too late
Keen on clicking, I posted a photo by mistake
Comments are all over the place
Likes and dislikes, making my heart break
I’m in my room, isolated now
Crying, trying to stop but I never learned how
Kicked the wall, but my embarrassment isn’t gone
Now I’m all alone,
because I had never thought
what C.L.I.C.K. stands for.
Vassiliki Chionidou B’ class
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To click or not to click OR There is something rotten in the kingdom of the Web
Have you
ever felt that you are lost,
lost in a
kingdom of web and digits …
Have you,
have you not?
Feeling
like you are absorbed by a web made of illusions and fake dreams,
not knowing
what you truly want.
Tired but
devoted to a lost utopia.
Finding
pleasure in the scouring of society,
whatever
that means.
Hurting
other people’s feelings, without knowing them, believing you’re a
little god,
because you hide behind a wall that eliminates reality.
Are you
sure you want all this?
People
didn’t use to be like that …
when that
kingdom hadn’t peasants,
but now,
it is the
kingdom that every peasant wants to be a king of.
And those
peasants do not know they are enslaved.
Enslaved by
their desires and addictions.
Their mind
is chained with iron chains.
But those
enslaved souls believe that they are free.
Free as a
bird.
Not knowing
that they are birds closed in a diamond cage.
And those
creatures will end up having no feelings or emotions for the world
outside
their cage.
Now, you
know a number of things about this kingdom’s laws and people.
So next
time you find it on your path, think:
To click or
not to click …
Vassiliki
Kotsi B' class
– Model Secondary School of Agioi Anargyroi
Teacher in charge: Christina Kalfoglou, PhD in Lingusistics
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