Stale Hearts (A Sonnet For Humans) Poem by Edgar Andrade Baguio

Multitudes of men forming lines like ants,
Quickly moving as if they knew their wants;
Going somewhere along the edge of time,
Only to find some acts of pantomime;
Some happily buy their favorite toys,
Others riding proudly like hot cowboys;
In wagons powered by liquid horses,
Even sometimes filled with blooming roses.

But most of their ears can not hear a cry,
Whether from a lad or from passers by;
For the tune pods like tentacles that bind,
Those small satellite disks to be unkind;
Hence, its sound waves can never penetrate,
To their insensitive bosoms to date.