We exist in a world of plastic
all things composed of plastic parts
plastic people with plastic hearts.
Gone unadulterated hearts
emotional, affectionate, benevolent hearts,
afflicted, sorrowing, broken hearts.
Vanished! Part of an era far far gone.
‘Tis a sad fate indeed, hearts
as if of plastic with self-seeking aims.
Absent tenderness, love and empathy.
Merciless hearts, brutal, constructed plastic,
simulated, passionless, indestructible.
A garbage dump of imperturbable plastic hearts.
From whence comes consolation for genuine souls?
Souls with hearts that emote,
soar, love, empathize, anguish, break.
Where cometh the comfort for archaic souls,
adherents to the beating heart?
Hearts that are crying, dying, murdered hearts.
Strangled in the maze of plastic people
with cold dispassionate plastic hearts
© Dorianna 2011