The Walking Dead
McPatrick Michael Linus@mcpatrickmichaellinus764371
1 month ago
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Callous tax lord,
Anointing us with pains,
Showering us with suffering
Turning us to walking dead. We're now
Roaming carcasses on the streets
Vision less without mission
Being led by blind lepers
Leading us astray
Guns to our heads
With vacuum stomach,
We're forced to walk through torns
Our feet bleeds, our head aches
Our stomach rumbles,
Cos starvation is in marathon
We're sold false hope. Told to tarry,
Yet, gaslight and bully by hailers
In a state of limbo,
Where all is mystery and miserable
Deprivation and starvation their manifesto
Amist torture and sorrow,
They cruise unrestrained and unperturbed
Their sycophants,
They hypnotized and conditioned
To live in fool paradise
My state in the state of mere existence
Where foods and goods elude all
Basic and stable meals beyond reach
Our offspring all stunted and kwashiorkor
Though a rice republic,
But sharing is audio, just on screen
Meant only to crooks and cronies
A state where those beneath are better
Envied for their libration,
For their freedom from pains
For going into resting
And better place
Where they'll suffer no more pain
They're liberated from these shackles
Holding us bond. They're free
And them we all envy
For they're free indeed
By McPatrick Michael Linus
(C) October, 2024
