Hard as Steel, Brittle
Watching an actors face,
As they try to portray compassion,
So much hardness from today's pace
Left their facial expression void of any tender lesson.
Instead of a feeling of awareness on their face,
Was, instead, no place for confession.
What has made the youthful actor,
Of today so lacking
Ability to convey succor?
Are modern events in their life stacking
Upon their countenance a plastic
Lacking passion and emotion
So words spoken are not reflected
On face as intense devotion,
Lost and in our mind rejected,
Making the scene unbelievably without passion.
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