Glossy Facade

Is everything just a glossy facade?
The ugly flaws painted over;
The dark holes boarded up
With shiny metal plates that blind.
When a crack is accidentally seen,
It is dismissed as a mirage
On the vast diamond sands
Of a desert of grand perfection.
The ants crawl like slaves--
Scavenging for food, invisible,
Unseen, ignored, stepped over.
And those are not diamond grains
But plastic beads toiled over
By millions of hands, weary and weak
Unappreciated by thousands dying
Unaware of the poison they slowly breathe.