H/S

Humanoid Sheepherders
Look at the brighter side of life
aren’t we all supposed to smile?
...for the soil and ventured the relics
what have been left by the eldest ones

The greener side is now out of sight
the blackened is haunting the remains
then the dead hate the living
eating inside out mercilessly

Accepting mud in our lung
is the norm of the eternal lie
dressed, uniformed and marched in line
“yes, sir. I will destroy it entirely”.

Joined the herd and bowed down
nodded to every words
humanoid versus paranoid
“welcome to the end of your beloved world”

And we are the remnants
of the preceding life
Humanoids amongst us all
the sheepherders of our future.