Every time I looked at
People watching you tube
at the library
Food making was on the screen
Many times walking around
Food making was on the screen
Again and again I wondered
As observed the human
Sitting, mask on
Black coat and cap on head
Dirt finger nails
Head bobbing almost asleep
They seemed obese, clean clothing
Modern shoes, droop eyes
As if a number of them
Off the cavern they went
Found the library door opened
And discovered the new vision
Of a tomorrow, full of holes...
Mean while, they groped the chair
Placed the but in it
Clicked the you tube food series
and ate the illusion served
Cold, in an inhuman way
Where the food is make believe
The people are make believe
And time has stopped for ever...
Delusion, attachment and detached
Marching to an early death.....

NICE

Nice poem .