THE LIVING DEAD

Forlorn faces

Painful traces

Shows the strain

Of years of pain

Etched in wrinkles

Body shriveled

Eyes blankly dead

Toiling for seeds

Take a seat

For Life is a beat

Youthful joy of living

Pleasure of feeling

Playground pain

Forgotten in the strain

Slaving in the bustle

Of a city life hustle

Rushing to make a living

But never enough savings

Buried under the bills

Struggling with the tills

Just another zombie

Scurrying for the bloodline

Memories long sheltered

Recluse of a mind shattered

Echoes of a child‘s laughter

Cause for a sudden falter

If only life could be paused

Back to when the heart pulsed

The moment of childhood wonder

So far away it echoes a shudder

Reliving ambitions and expectations

Youthful energy bursting with expressions

Eager to make the world an oyster

But now slave to the blood suckers

Laughter has lost its meaning

Pain is no longer a feeling

Another Zombie in the waiting

Push and shove to join the tube

Tis the era of the living dead

Giving blood for the bills

And now life is still

No pain, no joy, no feeling

Just the living dead earthlings

Scurrying for the Zombie lines!!!

BY © YEMISI ILESANMI, 29 FEBRUARY, 2012