Guys, it's not about technology being our doom or how technology is basically evil and unreliable and that we should all go back to using horses. If anything technology is double sided sword; with great power comes great responsibility. This poem is about the aftermath of a post-apocalyptic event and how we possibly would need to fall back to more primitive times for specific reasons, such as no electricity. Go figure, who would of guessed that radios don't work without electricity? Maybe it's a misunderstanding of technology in our older generations that leads to the assumption that all technology is just plain garbage.