This poem was truly a display of RAW POWER, as far as emotion is concerned.
This was an excellent exploration of current dilemmas going on in the lives of humans today. All I can say is
This one hit me hard!
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;