Digital generation

Егор Рыбаков
Years go by, time goes by quickly
Progress is moving forward rapidly,
For a long time not decari, but a digital tribe,
And the turbulent current won't wait for anyone.

How did the stormy movement begin?
From computers, they entered our house,
And they became for children as a delight,
And our children write by hand with difficulty.

Mobile phones followed them,
Connecting everyone at once, everywhere and everywhere,
And the children found joy and communication in them,
They are so excited about this outlandish miracle.

Then tablets joined the family
And you can even have fun in the bathroom,
They filled your life with delight,
And to be always online is nirvana for you.

And constantly plunging into this world,
We may never return
And the children go out of the apartments a little,
The desire for progress is driving nowhere.

Live communication has become less,
Just sms, watsap and smiles,
And digitally created a social network,
Only files live in your head.

And I forgot how to get acquainted outside the network,
All our youth are online
Save them, they are our children,
Otherwise, say goodbye to the future.