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Technology – Dream on
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My dust-covered feet as dust covered the feet of Neanderthal hunting man.
The same sun burns my face as beat upon this rounded back.
Timeless wind breaks the leaves from aged trees, covers my path as they did his.
Rain soaks my tailored cloth, the same rain cast from the surface of his animal skin wrap.
Under branch and leaf he’d seek shelter – cave to dwell,
I seek the same sanctuary under stripped canvas sheet extended from café wall,
My dwelling still a cave, manmade – not carvings of a long cold ice age.
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Protection, survival and comfort I seek as he, his pressure much greater than mine.
I lose – I lose my house, his loss is his life.
His weapon a sharpened spear – mine a sharpened pencil.
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Time has moved us to a different place but time is small, insignificant and shorter than thought.
Are we advanced from Neanderthal man, we fear death as he,
We hide ourselves in vodka & cocaine; he hid himself in natural herb.
His high a tiger kill, our’s – a money deal.
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Surroundings may be, but different – I think not!
Technology does not advance the human craving – we are a creature of habit.
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Author Richard Gray
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