Painted pretty babies all lined up

Their faces, each one looking just like the last

Like dolls, inhuman, unreal.

Plastic pretty, shiny and cold.

Smell of newness, burning the air,

Fake, all is fake. Nothing is real.

These dolls exemplify all that is cold and grey.

Darkness surrounds them, bleak with fatigue.

Perfection will never easily be won.

It is fought for, paid for, and killed over.

What price? What cost?

Pretty plastic baby dolls.

Pretty. Cold. Blank.