Facebook
Sonnet 216
From face to everything, this book's uncatchable
Speed, what Mark, when he concocted it,
Hadn't any inkling, and can't himself be able
Hadn't any inkling, and can't himself be able
To hold it back from making its own writ,
On its each verso and on its each recto,
With the pleasure pen of humanity
And in inks of black and red and yellow;
As Mark can't but stare at his upfront discovery
Guiding the sapiens sapiens to a region
Of light and, too, misguiding by abetment
With fun and frolic, through disinformation --
A deathknell in the garb of entertainment.
Beware, a double-edged sword is Facebook --
A benefactor, and 'so a dauntless crook.
©️ N P Samal
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