Lost Souls Poem by DM W

Lost in labyrinths,
of tainted information,
psyches are blunted.
Instant communication:
yet prayer is limp.
It cannot travel so far
these days. We can no
longer penetrate the heart
of pressing matters.
An abyss mocks Creation.
Acolytes now serve
very different masters.
For modern idols
have usurped the wise sages
of ancient orders.
No one really knows others,
only their shadows.
Virtual realities,
in myriad ways,
have eclipsed communion.
The light of Truth is
clouded by Commerce's claims.
Values of exchange
curb collective consciousness.
The market place needs
its winners and its losers.
It divides as it
conquers troubled hearts and minds.
Once we were lovers,
but now we're sworn enemies.
O I sense boundless
sorrows behind pale blue eyes!
In this cut-throat age,
distances grow between I
and Thou, until
I perceives everything
as It. All life is
disposable: less giving,
more mercenaries.
Automatons cannot love,
share or sacrifice.
Nothing it seems is sacred.