A Letter Over The Phone Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

There will always be something wrong today;
That might have been right yesterday,
But who are we to decide what is wrong and right,
For today or any other day or night?

Sure there will always be the good old days,
And as sure as these days will be old, we too must change our ways.
Maybe when these days are ild we will find something good
About them, for all good things are worth the wait; Dude.

We have internet and superfast communication,
But do we gain better wisdom from having more information?
We know what is causing AIDS yet still the statistics rise.
Are we overwhelmed by what we know or is it all a surprise?

I come not to offer a quick and convenient fix
To the present problems, I'm just adding a few idioms to the mix.
Idiom, sounds a lot like idiot; especially to the idiot who might
Be thinking that idioms are old, so let me set him aright:

I wrote a letter to a friend the other day,
It took three days to reach her but I at least said everything I had to say.
Now I could easily have called her in three minutes then
End up paying three times the amount for fewer words than my pen.

So which is the easier way?
The quick, pocket pinching convenience of today,
Or the slow satisfaction that was and is still available?
Hear my voice through pen and paper, Or touch my words through a cable.