Not the Living

It was not the living but the dead Came madly marching and singing loud Silent steps and vacant mouths agrin Forcing sky to scraper and poppies down In their suits of armour dry-cleaned grey Toxic remnants of their tailored pride Ten by ten brand new warriors And they breed like rats in their collective void Can a person live without life? Can we breathe the fumes? Do we strive to only die? So why this corporate journey From cradle to the grave? And if the world moves faster Then who's that gonna save? Oily hands made for grabbing land In penthouse prisons our tired bodies lie Forever watching the pulsating cars We adore our cage though we long to fly Could there be a more forsaken place? A dull crown jewel on a famished head Thin-lipped evil an indifferent face We're smarter than them Someone said