Dead souls are in Warm Bodies
Numbs are everywhere
In the world, here and there
No share
Of love flair
Glowing
faces
like moon
Shining as sun and clear
But no one has time
For a good prayer
Dishonesty, vileness
Vanity, egotism flare
Flare the humanity
With a dare
Seeming, seeming yes
Humans are on devil’s chair
Doing the duty
Of demon’s Mayor
It is not a just poem
But a satire
On the humans
Who solely not fair
With their mates
Of same status or inferior
The humanity lies
In the graves’ grayer
And humans having
Dead souls in warm bodies here
Here in the world
Vanished humanity’s treasure
Dead souls are in Warm bodies
Here and there, everywhere
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