Now we are like metallic cases <br />with sensors attached to it, <br />with iron hearts and programmed souls <br />to act like fools <br />the way we act now. <br /> <br />No humanity left, <br />only the shirty nature <br />that is good for nothing. <br />The men shirty <br />The women shrewish <br />as a result their children shrieking. <br /> <br />The doors shut before us <br />and the keys lost <br />we are in the middle of no where <br />unable to find the way out. <br /> <br />The secret soiree of zombies <br />to bomb the churches, mosque and temples <br />to kill many innocent souls, <br />only to fill their thirst for blood. <br /> <br />No one to give solace. <br />No one with olive leaves in their hands. <br />No one to save this world...<br /><br />Mary Amrutha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iron-hearts/
