Plastic People

Plastic looked to people as towers were tall,
The wood has driven away the night
With few dreams of trees,
And the stunted growth of living beings
Storms on us, it shuts down desire.

Awful nature has trees in the open,
And nightmares will shake our head;
The sounds of midgets are like werewolves,
They are short half lings, caressing stupidity;
The plastic is of an innocent place.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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