Living Dead

“How long shall I stay?”

There were jungles once

Where you see deserts now

Mountains have been crushed

To the ground

Rivers have been tamed into ponds

Time has been reduced to clocks

Stories and legends have been caged

Inside books

Lips have been locked

With meaningless banter

And to make matters worse

Love has been dissected

Into lust and nuptials only

It seems

Centuries have passed

Since we fell apart

The spirit of the world is dead

We all are the living corpses

Scattered all over

The question I often ask myself is 

“How long shall I stay?”