My heart feels sorrow <br />for all young children and teen-age adults <br />losing much time excessively <br />in computer games <br />snatched from shallow joys <br />inside highly -commercial gaining <br />internet cafe <br /> <br />I extend pity for their losing future <br />as they escape from school laurel activities <br />and stolen by things that <br />give transient pleasure <br />molding brains into warriors <br />absorbed from war-like game heroes <br />and aggressive immortal foes <br />and addicting idolized fancy characters <br />far beyond to the real world <br />that they are heading to <br /> <br />Then, at no surprise <br />a mother with teary eyes <br />bringing graduation gifts and <br />circlet of flowers and decorative garlands <br />knocking at game station <br />net cafe's door <br />weeping and looking for her son <br />who miss the distinctive secondary <br />commencement exercise march..........<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-weeps-on-net-cafe/
