We The People

The stench, stinging, burning
the nostrils, you can't escape
it, it fills the air like thick fog
filling what's left of our lungs
frying us from the inside out


We are all dead here, it was
just a matter of time, some
of us knew it, for those that
didn't suffocated on their
own rotten flesh


It's no longer a world of blue
skys and puffy clouds, when
you greeted your neighbor with
a big smile and how's your
kids, it's a zombie eat people
world, soon to be zombie eat
zombie nation


Ripping the rotten flesh from
festering carcasses, we will
become living corpses, mangled
and somewhat bereft, the same
as we were when we looked
normal