What has become?
What hath been wrought?
These soulless minds
These empty hearts
These blackened pages
These hollow pots
That pay the wages
Of oppression not bought

They share forged laughter
They wear vacant smiles
A whole society
One massive pile
Of shells upon shells
Shells of men
Shells that have no life within
Only the thoughts placed in their heads
True emotion, their minds truly have bled

Original poem by Foxhound04