The Real Walking Dead

The Real Walking Dead We are living among the dead yet they don't know it yet Through darkened tunnels of logical persuasion with evil minds that plug The destructive measure of mankind having eyes yet not seeing In a shade of blackened features with the strong stench of death A horrible moment in time with riots in our street Through protests & the urge to be heard The real walking dead having viscous fangs that bite with fright In black gallows leaching through the desolate corridor No mere merciful fate so out of date Evil minds that plug destruction scorching their brain washed minds Out of reaction to the voting scene the world of mean Satan is running rampant through the back woods and the street The real walking dead what is going on inside our head I felt a funeral in my brain let me be the first in which to explain They have eyes of tombstone in their head The poets have longed for the passing of such a crowd Each of us must learn to possess a fresh perspective amidst their kind A pulse at the heart should light the spark in what I been waiting for There is blood in the streets spilled out for all to see This is my humble plea let go and let God take over !