The Lost Senses

Look at the swarm of levered puppets

Heads bent over fancy gizmos

Shutting their eyes to the world outside

Mind numbed to the rhythm outdoors.

To the war cries, they don't take heed

Gone neglected is the euphony of birds 

One's own voice in the head goes unheard 

And utterly deaf to nature's sounds.

The world tears apart but they budge not

Down, down, further down we drown

Of hope or change the sealed lips speak not

In wait for all to burn down.

Without a valiant fight for the purpose

Are we to become one with the dust

Like the roaring cursed waves

That does not touch the shores?