I see faces
In odd places
More than sad,
Too complacent
To be mad,
Like the others
Quite indifferent
To the current,
That inhabits
Their façade…
Empty faces
Without basis,
Of expressions
Said despair,
Like a painting
Of a landscape
Rather tainted,
Tho quite bare…
Mortal faces
Seeking refuge
From raw spaces,
Not inhuman
But unreal,
From distortions
Made surreal,
In a world
Shaped by man!
Poetry on a Canapé 
Such a poem lends to many interpretations. Very rich…
You are right about its reach, which whether aware or not touches us all in, this often sad world. Jean-Jacques Fournier
“Too complacent To be mad …”, ah, you hit the nail on the head.
They are in all our cities. That is what cities seem to do to the less fortunate. Pick your poison, in among them are the complacent, or mentally blind if to survive the growing daily exposure, to those faces etched on our minds, that are outpacing our abilities to reach out. We all have to cry out on their behalf ever louder. So in addition I scribble words as part of my outcry. Jean-Jacques Fournier