An exciting toy is handed down

With the joy of connection, not a scowl

A toy to tinker through the bordem

To call and text through the doldrums

 

Time stands still in the classroom

Not learning or thinking as you'd assume

But waiting for that buzz

The vibrate of a 'like' to discuss

 

Parents reaching out because they can

Speaking fluently through this tin-can

Knowing their children are safe

Is all they crave

 

But not all is as it seems

As society frets and frays at the seams

This toy is a key to a secret world

A world that should not be seen by any boy or girl

 

Dark figures curse and misrepresent

While not alive and aware of the present

Death is cloaked in practical jokes

Hiding from view as the fire stokes

 

In the aftermath of silence, what can you do?

You loved them so whilst out of view

Now these victims are gone forever

Lost to a toy, not a treasure