Sometimes social media isn’t social
It’s divisive and cruel
Lies and opinions
Like gasoline to fuel
No care for feelings
Lives or hearts
No fact check?
They’d rather
Throw verbal darts
Sometimes social media isn’t social
It is pain-filled
And painful
Simply
Anti-social
Used to
Humiliate
Infiltrate
Underestimate
And obliterate
The truth
Peeping toms,
Peeping, then speaking,
Things they know little about
As if they are the authority
IN ALL CAPS
That virtual SHOUT
Sometimes
Social media
Doesn’t help
Getting together
It forces separation
Propagates
Proliferation
But every now and then
A post will make me smile,
or laugh
and celebrate the writer of
a poignant sentiment
Thank God,
A brief respite,
Heaven sent
I acknowledge then
It is the scribe that isn’t social
And they don’t even know it
No apologies forthcoming
No retractions
Just heroics
No one saves the day
Yet tomorrow, here we are again
To play
Among the thorns and roses
It’s the scribe that isn’t social
And they don’t even know it
Yet that innate need for social
Draws us back
Into the fray
Sometimes social media isn’t social
But we’re on it
Every day.
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