The Assassination

Shrouded by black sheet

Of hard reality,

None of them are alive

But they move like zombies

They hurt me

Can harm you-

If you try to nurture them.

They are operated

Poison injected

Act as they are trained to –

Talk like drunk

And sleep in the core

Of the crippled brains;

So don’t try to think beyond –

Do not remorse for loss of sense

They are dangerous

And there’s a curfew in your head.

Don’t expect anything to change

I’m not expecting you to change

You don’t have courage to do that

Neither do I –

Like you, I stand alone

I don’t dare to move –

Cautiously I breathe

I’m afraid; I hear the chaos -

And I lean

To see the decease that died

Long ago –

The death of mine.