For the Britneys of the World
Rev. Rebecca Guile
I wonder if cameras really can steal the souls
Of young people caught up in celebrity roles
So many pictures, so many times,
24/7, no reasons, no rhymes
Except they’re famous for being famous, not for their art –
Do they become soulless and devoid of their heart?
Being photographed always, world-center stage,
Perhaps camera-flashes transform to flashes of rage
That explode so volcanically – Who’s at the controls?
I wonder if all those pics really did steal their souls
No matter how brightly their shooting star shone
It seems that celebrities are very alone