Humanity Lives Within The Earth

Wooden faces hang with sorrow,
Placid, yet motionless and brittle,
They guide Mother's tears
To voiceless children, thirsting.

Surrounded by death, they grow,
Feeding off stories never told,
They yearn to see the light,
For the earth today is oh so dark.

Subtle sounds are mere vibrations,
Irrelevant to time behind dirtied bars,
Blinds rats scurry all around,
Hopelessly searching for sustenance -

Just to live another day,
Seems familiar, don't you say?