Living Dead

The live ones
Haunt me the most
Luckily few of the victims
Survive

The pain is too great
Unbearable to most
Through the continuous bombardment
of outrageous inequities

Most wither away
Only their bodies
And automated brains remain

Mercifully, few have survived
Most have died

It’s easier for me to deal with the victims
that are no longer alive

It’s the ones that still feel and
Understand that they are here
Suffering

That fills me with horror

These are the ones that can
Never be consoled
They will always be left with an overwhelming
Unanswerable question:

WHY?

They too will die
but
from a slow eternal fire
that will eventually eat them alive