The zombie is
walking
Everywhere but not
in prison
He still has his
days
Breathing the air
of freedom
He sings his days
Thinking people
will believe him
He is the zombie
sucking the air
Otherwise he will
be in the cage
His members still
in dream land
Still can’t accept
the fall from grace
Still can’t accept
the charges he faces
They too have
become the zombies
Though they bring
coffin
The August House to
stage a protest
The blue gangs
never catch them
They protest on
their rights
They should read
the Constitution
Understand it in
the spirit of the words
It says nothing of
special rights
It is His Majesty
who will would decide
Open the mind to
see
It isn’t about a
race
It is about the
nation
And her colourful
people
But zombie hasn’t
learned
The soul has gone
leaving the cocoon
Breathing for the
days to be imprisoned
Until then he
breathes freely as his days are marked
No comments:
Post a Comment