In This Information Age
In this information age with data everywhere
And mobile phones and wireless sending signals through the air
Its so easy to believe that what we know is what's retrieved
From endless browsing searches and data base machines
Yet there seems just one thing missing - as with facts we're overwhelmed
Its that things have far more meaning when we find them for ourselves
We rely on received wisdom - become experts over night
And take things at face value - rarely checking if they're right
We find communities of interest reinforcing our own views
And confuse uninformed opionion with the facts behind the news
We are also gossip junkies - knowing who has slept with whom
And we do this in the comfort of our lonely living rooms
We make friends we won't cast eyes on and we know most everything
Save the joy of conversation and our own imaginings.
poem by David Keig
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