The Kindness of Strangers A Point of Honor by Dorothy J. Heydt
We are ghosts
With clever screen names
Never quite connecting
We do not look each other in the eyes
Or bother to smile
For both present suspicion and an inner power struggle
We are too confused with kindness
That we dismiss it as weakness
Find it an opening to exploit and devour
Manners became a fading art
Thank you and Excuse me are a dying language
In this era of accessibility
We reward selfishness and hostility
Do for ourselves and no one else matters
Then we are surprised
When our worlds are constantly crashing and restarting
A vicious cycle of greed and self-importance
That we have left no time for kindness, no time for politeness
Personal sacrifice is simply left to saying no to a purchase at the mall
Or passing up that one drink
Sacrifice is a foreign policy that is outdated and labelled archaic
We look for fast starts and faster endings
Click of a button we have connect with anyone and everyone
Words become easy and consequences are few
We build our own walls with open forums
Hide behind status updates
We have forgotten each other
The art of communication, the art of kindness
Is quickly fading in this digital age