Surrounded

Surrounded by empty shells,

Shameless imitations,

Whose thoughts adapt to
Given situations.

Vacant expressions
Mouthing stolen ideas,

Forged originality and
Oblivious ears.

The words ebb and flow,
Sparkling but tasteless,

Mouths move but their
Homes are faceless.

And shall I, dare I,
Speak of what I see?
Suffer empty stares,
accused hypocrisy?

Manufactured beings,
Begging to fill a mould.

They are bought and sold

They are artificial gold.