When the dead are alive and the alive are dead, there is a problem.
For the land of the living is inhibited by the dead
and the land of the dead is inhibited by the living who only became alive after they were stamped "deceased ".
whose voices were only heard after they're mouthes were shut and thrushed down deep underground.
and presence only felt after they're their bodies were buried.
Those alive are dead.
some poisoned by words while others stabbed by friends.
Some buried in deep depression while others are stuck in rock bottom. A no man's land inhibited by tragic heroes who fought, who are fighting, who will still fight with no man to land a hand.
For they, most of them landed there while landing their hands to venomous fellows who left them there.
So here we are. A diverse nation filled with the adversary and people advertising smiles and laughter , statuses of mingles and meaningless memes to hide the mummies we are all becoming. Mourning in the mornings the past lives we once lived, one which we experienced some sort of authentic happiness. Right before we ask deity why is this happening to us.
At least we are one.
For there is Unity in our type of Tradgidy.
©moondust
M