The Camera Steals the SpiritA Poem by Tomás Ó CárthaighNative Americans told that every time your picture was taken, you lost some of your soul...The elders spoke against the box Covered with the cloth That painted pictures on the glass And they wanted not Their picture taken, for they wished Yo keep for themselves whole For a man looses a little each time When his picture is taken, it takes his soul.
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These times of the spirit are empty Of hope we have little too Faith has faded in freedom And those who believe are now few Little care for their fellow man None lives to his need All want at the expense of each other All that powers us is greed.
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Every place we are Everywhere we walk Someone somewhere sees When on our phones we talk An image is recorded We are not aware, yet we know 60 pictures a second Taken on video...
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Maybe the Red Man was right Our loss of our soul seems to stem With the more images of us thats taken For the sadisfaction of Them Who worry about security and freedom Who want to monitor and tag us where we go It for our own good they tell us That we have even less freedom we know... © 2008 Tomás Ó CárthaighFeatured Review
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21 Reviews Added on July 27, 2008 AuthorTomás Ó CárthaighRenmore, Galway, Ireland, An Roinne Mór, Gallaimh, Eire, IrelandAboutTen years on this site... a quick decade, and an age in another way... Flanagan and the Lampost The Novena, some Drama and Midge Ure in Galway Fiddling at Longford Donkey Innovat.. more..Writing
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