Zombies

Cut off from your humanity
Ravenous insanity
You was my brother
My lover
Called you my best friend
Now I awaken to this world’s end
All I see is mischief
Evil uncontrollable
Rage demanding justice
I cut this
Flesh of mine to feel something
A dark sky looms
What am I to do…with this
But to let my light shine from within
Light up darkness
Be the legend of the divinity in me
I see
Because this madness tries to overtake me
It’s imperative to acknowledge this
Survival
Not of the fittest
But of the wittiest, longevity. I gotta out live this
War and poverty
My peoples asleep
Walking around with no cares
Zombies
Devouring each other
Not of blood and brains
But in the devices of pain
Enslaved
Cycles of generational curses
Government filled with hereses
Prepared for dead men
Headed to their end
Chasing bullshit
Lined pockets with the benefits
These misfits, broken, and distraughten
Leaning of cheap gin and lack of motivation
Zombies
A cure
No pharmaceutical
But mental
Wake us up
No narcotic
To heal this faulty logic
Of Negro inferiority
To the greatness of we
We’ve been deceived
Kings and queens
Reduced to zombies