Now we are like metallic cases
with sensors attached to it,
with iron hearts and programmed souls
to act like fools
the way we act now.
No humanity left,
only the shirty nature
that is good for nothing.
The men shirty
The women shrewish
as a result their children shrieking.
The doors shut before us
and the keys lost
we are in the middle of no where
unable to find the way out.
The secret soiree of zombies
to bomb the churches, mosque and temples
to kill many innocent souls,
only to fill their thirst for blood.
No one to give solace.
No one with olive leaves in their hands.
No one to save this world...
Mary Amrutha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iron-hearts/
