A brimming cornucopia overflowing with delights,
An antidote to boredom and a cure for sleepless nights.
A tool for education whatever gender, sex or race,
Its world is all embracing, every person has a place.
A breeding ground for jealousy, a nursery for hate,
A battlefield for conflict, where no-one can relate.
A place where anonymity makes us all just faceless dolls,
And the meekest and the mildest turn out to be the trolls.
A hand across the ocean, anaesthetic for your pain,
The chicken soup of comfort when the black dog strikes again.
But harsh words from a stranger, indifference from a friend,
And prejudice and bigotry will win through in the end.
We try to feign indifference, though the whole thing’s out of whack,
And we’re all just in denial of the monkey on our back.
Just like honey laced with poison overflowing from the tin
We know we should avoid it, but we stick our fingers in.
Then we’re stuck just like an insect in its sticky web of lies,
‘Become a millionaire, my friend’ or just ‘increase your size’,
The internet’s the spider, formulated to deceive,
And once you join the party – you can never, ever leave.
I just thought I would send you a poem. My name is Angela Perkins and I live in Hastings in the UK. I have been writing poetry for a while, but have only recently started blogging it at my blog https://poetrypixie.wordpress.com/