For hearts of gold
souls are sold
To fit the mold
souls are sold
Everyone wants
a piece of technology
Everybody needs
something new
Colors and frames
inserted into our brain
Comfort and stability
confused illiteracy
definitions lost
redefined to limit
our ability to find the truth
For hearts of gold
souls are sold
To fit the mold
souls are sold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem