On reading an interesting article contemplating the loss of the spoken word, I came across this prophetic little poem of British poet Louis MacNiece penned as far back as 1957. It is worth a read in our busy day when we are constantly reminded that our " calls may be monitored for training purposes."
To Posterity
When books have all seized up like the books in graveyards.
And reading and even speaking have been replaced
By other less difficult, media, we wonder if you
Will find in flowers and fruit the same colour and taste
They held for us for whom they were framed in words.
And will your grass be green, your sky be blue.
Or will your birds be always wingless birds?
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