Progress marches boldly across the planet,
And our children drowned in the world of numbers,
And let me tell you who is responsible
For these pretty-looking games.
And the children forgot how to write by hand,
Their fingers are sharpened under the tablet,
And they stopped reading primers altogether,
And turned the selfie into a portrait.
Stopped talking to young people
Around only smiles and watsaps,
And forgot how to enjoy nature,
And pickup trucks were invented for dating.
Hence all the problems of youth,
Nobody understands them, alas, at all,
The presence of the Internet worries them,
The tablet is like a cure for problems.
Please, leave virtuality,
Communicate more next to the person,
And you will understand reality surrounds you,
Filled with happiness, joy and laughter.
Please leave virtuality
© Copyright: Егор Рыбаков, 2015
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