Temple Of The Self # 3

computer technology,
living like machines.
skyscrapers, housing projects
swallow up the green.

spray your food, get a pill,
walking in a dream.
safe sex, forced abortions,
and nothing is obscene.

and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.

you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self,
bowing down to the mirror!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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