Zombie Land

Zombie Land short poem

Uploaded by Gaurav Sharma

Too many die every
moment around us.
Not wounded fatally though,
but maimed and left
to lurch and die.
Too many ‘uv us’re
paralysed enough to act.
Hamletian syndrome.
Too many tongues burnt
on pyres fuelling a feudal society.
Too many are doomed ,
trying to fit in with laboured ease.
We’re all
Walking dead.
A zombie land this is.
Infesting each other
with
‘Hamletian syndrome’.

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