It has no soul, no spirit, yet a voice.

Its use is obsessive, or is it choice?

This mysterious gem of invention

/ beckons interception.

Grabbing for it in the night,

/ never allowing it out of sight.

Radioactive particles emitted from its light,

/ mankind is now working to fight

/ for the rights of the cell phone,

/ an entity separate from thee.

Or for its continued slave-dom,

/ What will it be?