Souls for Sale

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

I sell to you,
you sell to me,
mutual deception until we’ve sold our souls.
Empty stares, empty eyes
going through motions they no longer see.

Mass producing
needless offerings,
rehearsed smiles a meaningless bargain.
In the loneliness aisle
everyone is searching for meaning.

Exploiting
human frailty
and scouring the earth for the vulnerable.
Profit trumps compassion
and cheap wants outweigh true needs.

©March 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne

3 thoughts on “Souls for Sale

  1. Pingback: Souls for Sale | Christina Anne Hawthorne

    • This poem formed in my head one day in the store while I watched people treat each other with such disdain that it made me ashamed to be a part of the human race. At the same time, these people were incredibly unhappy. It’s sad.

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