We all are meant to have a tribe
a family that we can live inside
a group who understands our ways
And yet these days
It seem to me that this coherence
Is suffering mass interference
We don’t sit down and talk direct
We click and type on t’internet
And it is easy for us
That what we share
can true love weave.
Under the shelter of our screens
We share our secrets and our dreams.
We think we know to whom we type.
We think the warnings are just hype.
And we remember
What didn’t stack
We see through lies
We see straight in
Naivity was our big sin.
We see how tricks made us judge badly
And share with those who now seem, sadly
To be real crooks.
You were not heard.
My sage advice?
A strong password.