Connections
The artifact reflects the hand
Of maker – so it is with man
And woman here beneath the skies –
God's work’s reflected in our lives.The last few decades on the Earth,
Reflect collective life in birth
Of Internet, and thus it can
Be viewed as means to study man.Not only does it show the way
Mankind can think, and therefore sway
Our use of resource, thought, and time,
But networked ways we've shaped our mind.For we don't live our lives alone,
Community's are normal home;
Though varied in degree of link,
Together we both swim and sink.We each can cope with finite crew,
At any given time we view
A hundred fifty, more or less,
As those we call acquaintances.Concentric circles out from each
Are formed – degrees of friendship's reach;
Such circles intermix, entwine,
For friends of yours aren't friends of mine.They say six jumps is all it takes
To reach someone – six billion makes
The current pool of humankind –
A unit – one collective mind."Manhattan Project" made the bomb
Americans have used, though wrong,
To beat the Japanese in fight –
They blew two cities out of sight.But ask yourself, what was the cause
Of that engagement? Money was –
Restrictions on our global trade,
Trade barriers the Yankees made."Okay, we'll dominate the East",
Said Japs, and they became a beast
Just like the Yanks, with interests there;
Pearl Harbor caught Yanks unprepared.When pushed back to their homeland shores,
The Yanks surprised them even more –
Two bombs and then, "Give up or else
We'll blow you all from here to hell".But even more, as Commies rose,
A sign it was much more to those
Who also thought "economy
Should work our way – as unity".For several decades back and forth,
Two warring systems ’cross the North
Of Globe had stand-off, till one gave,
And Yankees triumphed, system saved.Now terrorists have sallied forth,
To challenge Yankee ways on Earth;
The Chinese Inc’d one third of folk,
Made Yankee system one big joke.All this and more we now reflect
In product called the Internet;
We're just the same where e'er we roam,
For life is life beneath the dome.Our mix of good and evil ways;
The ways we fritter cash and days;
Our groupings, friendships, follows, likes,
Are clearly seen – and now the might –Of influence we use each day,
Is clearly seen by all, in ways
We cannot hide – the truth is out –
Who talks to whom no more in doubt.For long the government has known
Who talks to whom, the routes we roam;
But now it's there for all to see,
How we connect – your links to me.navigation