I would like to see smart phones abolished, the very thought that a drug as potent as this can easily be obtained legally fills me with fear. Fear for our childrens future, fear for society. When I see the zombies on the street addicted to their vile machines it’s bad enough, but when it affects my loved ones it is abject terror I suffer.
Although I have written the following as if the war against this terrible addiction is lost, there are a few rumblings of dissent, particularly concerning how much screen time children are experiencing. There is hope, it always starts like this, e.g maybe tobacco isn’t so good, asbestos, thalidomide all Ok until the sticky stuff hits the fan.

The Vile Machine.

Ever looked into the eyes of a madman when you tell him the Earth isn’t flat?
Seen that glazed expression of a fixated plutocrat?
I have seen that look, when I have said “I don’t want a phone”
Always followed by some trite remark in a condescending tone

I knew I couldn’t do it the battle could not be won
but then again I’ve never turned away from what could not be done
I did it for our children’s sake, and their children that will follow
No one listened, no one cared said my warnings were all hollow

Users justify their drugs, I need, I want, I must
So my warnings of the vile machines all just turned to dust
So here I stand with outstretched hands the towel tossed, the battle lost
What is left of humanity I’ll leave to count the cost.

All words Meadowhead Bard.