The dead are talking
The dead are walking
They are seeing yet not seeing
They gaze at you but dont see the quiver in your lips
They listen to you attentively but miss the catch in your breath
They hug you but they are really hugging a doll
They smile but it doesnt reach their eyes
They talk to you but they could be talking to a wall
Making new robots every day and becoming one ourselves
Filling this world with still things
Replacing the fresh soil with cement
Driving away the birds cutting their trees
Replacing the fragrant air with smog
Lynching the tigers, polluting the seas
Amassing wealth, depleting our souls
Stabbing each other, claiming our fees
Not learning....programmed till the end
The clock is ticking
We are dying.....every minute....every second

Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-6-angst-dying-every-second/