#The Simple Sigh of a Digital Age#

[نورالدين بليغ]

#The Simple Sigh of a Digital Age#

A tech fate came to be, a harsh power's hold,
Can man still be the leader? His story grows cold.
Tech made paths dark, hid the ground below,
"This time's fear is death, where lonely people go."

These strong words shook the walls, near and far spread,
Not just a sickness for the poor, full of dread.
But world's deep pain, where the soul feels so bare,
Some thought it only for one group, a load to bear.

But time's deep worry spreads through every place,
Nothing stays fixed now, time wipes out each trace.
For change is the spirit living in each soul,
The past is not wasted, it plays a lasting role.

But world's long story, and how people strive,
Each age leaves its mark, keeping things alive.
Views change as quick hours fly up high,
Home places changed, old ways sadly die.

Lost are the ideas, each self went wrong,
Worry took over, man feels he doesn't belong.
He lives like a slave, asking to be free,
Deep in his thinking, where clear words should be.

We find deep sense, the true heart shown so clear,
Old worries about life, we knew that fear.
Born from deep thought, and knowing what is right,
But this age's worry is the lonely person's plight.

It pulls man from deep inside his soul,
And starts a fire that takes its heavy toll.
This worry wears him out, leaves him thin and weak,
Throws him to emptiness, on paths he can't seek.

No land, no place, no self, lost and feeling numb,
In a false world, a fake picture has come.
No true self, he just walks, no sign or trace,
Tech's hold takes away kindness, love's gentle grace.

Makes self-want weak, the true self is forgot,
Leads him off the path where good life can be sought.
Far from his own self he goes, to places new,
A self built long ago, when old times were true.

On home land, with family and old friends there,
A soul found quiet, beyond all care.
There found safe space, comfort, peace untold,
But tech breaks links, making lives turn cold.

From his start it pulls him, takes away his name,
In a lost winding way, adding to his pain.
To a slave's end where man went wrong,
Becomes machine's captive, not where he belongs.

A slave to rules that have no gentle feel,
The coder guides him, like sheep made of steel.
To fields of fake sights, empty and wide,
This time's sad worry, all people feel inside.

Not just one person sad, or a group in pain,
But human worry is strong, everywhere it does reign.
In a time when moments feel mixed up and lost,
Home gone, the true self gone, seeing the high cost.

Breaking the ties where feeling safe was true,
Entering the number time, where powers see through.
A blind rule, with no sense, no guiding light,
Watching everything, in a brief, fading night.

And power rules over all, holds every place,
Oh, man's deep sadness, his future shows no grace,
Held by a cold tech person, a keeper of this space.

#Nour Eddine Baligh#