Walking Dead
Soulless we walk,
despondent and destitute..
Anxiety as our body shrink
illfare to our future..
Our posture stand not,
for our legs are frail..
Our homelands are dreadful..
Lifeless we walk..
Voidness without currency..
Occupant without occupation..
Hopeless and homeless..
Hardship with misery
We clamor for our plight..
Unbearable hunger and joblessness......
Inflation and poverty without cessation..
Food shortage and insecurities..
deadly we walk, with anguish without hope...
Blindfold and reddish eyes..
we can't descry for we're walking dead....
Copyright © Ezra Bature | Year Posted 2022
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