Anaburbs

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We used to know extended families.
When several generations shared a place,
the seniors often bent, hands on their knees,
to tend the babies. Every age of face
was then familiar; cries were swiftly quelled –
evolution’s strategy was met.
Before we founded suburbs, people dwelled
communally – we had no Internet.

I’m sorry. Now it’s clear: mistakes were made.
We disconnected with perverted sales
the links to health and wisdom, while we played
with new machines and systems bound to fail.
What took a village then is rare today;
without diversity, we’ve lost our way.

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