A Manufactured Disaster

Just a random poem about the society of today and the alienation caused by forgotting terms such as compassion,empathy and kindness...

Abandoned crates stacked onto each other 
Emptied and broken by a dream of survival 
Once having held divergent colours  from within,now they're just left in a wooden clutter 
Stuck in between a mirrored friend and a genuine rival 
  
Waves of fear and isolation collapse their polished exterior 
Dust covers all labels, leaving no mask to be superior 
Nor any name left to be inferior 
No term left to define as the 'other' 
  
Their manufactured floors shaking as the scale cries higher 
Tiny paper notes slowly dissolve in fire 
After being abused and misused by their creators ,I see they are happy to finally retire 
Funny how as they drift away their creators call it a  'natural disaster' yet they've no one to blame but each other 
  
Eyes afraid,hearts racing together without any status, without roles 
Differences no longer shunned but embraced as a whole 
Compassion comes out of the ruins as empathy is remembered by the soul 
 No price,no language,no race...just a sister,a brother, a father and a mother... 
  
What a shame we only see this in the dark hours of the night 
Losing ourselves on the daily drama of routines and trivial fights 
Haunted by our self-rightous fright 
Social status and luxury may be nice,but the art of kindness is a blooming light 
Villas with pools and shiny cars might paint a promising background in this world, 
But souls remembering the innocence and happiness of a child... 
That's a heavenly sight...