The living dead

 The living dead



There's a war going on
that's not about borders
or rare earth metals
nor about greed

There's a war
in which no one speaks
of the horror
of the living dead

Our silence is our shame
the quiet ... a tragedy

numb and mum and dumb

People have stopped caring
about our humanity
or if
we have a soul

Stopped caring
about the inner spark
that made living
feel whole

We live in a world
that treats everyone the same
not as human beings
but as machines

Is it any wonder
we are all going mad

The war for the human race
came not from outside
but with a slow
creeping
numbness
leaving us half dead

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