The Living Dead

 

I am surrounded by luxury

I am blessed with family

I have plenty to eat

And more than enough treats

And yet the tears fall.

For no matter where you go

Even if you go high or if you go low

No matter the nation or culture

No matter the riches or wealth galore

Still the tears will fall.

Do you see their faces?

As they stand in the public places

They are the living dead

Do you a tear for them shed?

Or do you walk on in oblivion.

Do you see their eyes?

Do you see them were they lie?

There bones protrude

For the lack of food

And we walk on in oblivion.

They are the stuff of nightmares

They are the ghost that at us from the shadows glare

They are children

Forlorn and abandoned

And still we look away.

They are the outcasts

On the chain of power they are lower than the last

Did they deserve this treatment?

Their skin is withered their backs are bent

And we look away.

Look at what you have

Look at what I have

We live in one of the richest nations

With no fear of starvation

And from their eyes we hide away.

The poorest of the poor here

Is the richest of the rich there

How do we dare

Complain about our fair?

And from their eyes hide away.

Let the angels rejoice

Let them feast

For today

In dust to rise no more another one lays

And they leave this world forever. 

Let not tears from our eyes be shed

Nor let the mourners be led

For the dead do not mourn over a life they never had

Instead now they are glad

For they have left this world forever. 

By Kalyn Hassoldt