Sometimes she is just tired
tired of all the synthetic materials
which people use instead of words.

the people lack commitment
they live in a
digital-fantasy world and don't know
their words are promises

they have bought the lie of fantasy
they live within a world they sought only to escape
the harsh gnashing of life

no more wine made of water
no more plastic cheese
she screams, I am a life form!
where are you, O God, do you see?
loving these people you have made
who speak in plastic tones of empty emotionalism
and trade in broken promises
Lord, deliver them.