Roll Over, Edison


Roll over, Edison,

Look what you've wrought;

An electronic world,

That's what we've got. 


AC or DC,

Makes no difference,

Just plug it in,

And make the inference.


To a virtual reality,

Of infinite proportion,

Where words and images,

Are stored in formation.


Duplicated and transformed,

Like imagination.

Dividing and unifying,

Into a cyberworld nation.


Like the pyramids,

Thousands of nameless hacks.

Have built this edifice,

On the backs.


Of brethren like you.

Who had the foresight

To see it through,

To plug us in, in the night.


And help us, see the light.


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull




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