The Beauty and Perils of Nature
The Duality of Fire: Destructive Force and Renewal
In the realm of ones and zeros, a virus lurks unseen,
Spreading through the wires, a digital pandemic keen.
No masks or gloves can stop its spread, no quarantine in sight,
It infiltrates our screens and minds, a relentless blight.
It starts with just a click, a harmless link we follow,
But soon our data's compromised, our privacy left hollow.
Like a wildfire it spreads, infecting all in its path,
No antivirus can contain it, no firewall can outlast.
Our devices become battlegrounds, our data under siege,
As the digital pandemic rages, we're left feeling fatigue.
We long for a cure, a way to restore our cyber space,
To reclaim our digital lives, to find a safer place.
But in this new reality, we must adapt and fight,
To protect our online world, to keep our data tight.
For in the age of technology, where everything is connected,
We must be vigilant and aware, to keep our digital selves protected.
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Ian Sankan
I am a writer with proven writing ability in various fields. I consider writing a passionate career and a platform through which I extend my intellectual ability.
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Comments (3)
Truth!
I agree with you. Loved your poem!
Truer words have not been spoken! Ever alert is a must in the digital age. Great poem!