The People of Glass
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Sorry, Folks, my Muse apparently decided to go on a World Cruise without imforming me.But she came back with a lot of ideas, so here goes....
There are people in this world
Who've frozen their souls.
I have come to think of these people
As the People of Glass.
It is what they do best;
Reflect the world without any substance of their own.
The People of Glass are not transparent, of course.
Glass reflects, after all -
They reflect on themselves how we want to see ourselves -
The Success.
The Prosperity.
The self-assured belief their Way of Life is correct.
They make us long to be their friends.
They make us long to be them.
The People of Glass are fragile.
They chip at the slightest
Questioning of character or viewpoint;
They are Dense in every sense of the word,
Compacted, contracted against
The greater world beyond them.
Ah, but they fill in the cracks and smooth out the chips,
Don't they?
They can afford good cosmetics.
The People of Glass
Are smooth and shiny,
Pretty, pretty.
Like tigers' eyes in tall, dry grass.
So are my fears of the People of Glass
The voice of Paranoia?
All I can ask :
Be careful of that too-firm handshake.
Be careful of that too-easy grin.
Even if it comes from me.
And I'll be watching if it comes from you.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2017
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