Each year the camera another word
Supplants in human minds intent on thrills,
And God’s communication is more blurred
For lack of truth the word alone fulfills.
As literature’s surpassed by crass TV,
Imagination active yields in turn
To passive Virtual Reality,
Which programmed is by technocrat concerns.
When I am old, I fear, our children’s minds
By simulated acts possessed will be
And, far from trying to improve mankind,
They’ll realize Satanic fantasy.
Despite this fear that Science will drown the light,
Until my death I’ll never cease to write.
7 June 1992