A procession
     of human flesh
     head hung
     saddled sight
     From morning till night
     round the clock
     a procession
     of human flesh

     Wearing masks
     one after another
     hiding the truth
     no traces of soul
     be it black be it white
     wearing masks
     one after another

     tears rolling
     as i type these
     thinking aloud
     the thoughts of sanity
     watching the procession
     of the human flesh
     watching the humans
     addicted to the masks
     i am screaming here
     to the ears buried
     well buried under the masks

     Beware
     dont listen to my screams
     keep walking
     in the procession
     put your head down
     dont feel your backbone
     walk in a queue
     if you fail to do so
     there is a shoot at sight
     else catch and kill
     to anybody who fails
     either to walk in the procession
     or to change the masks to show the truth
    
     Makes sense
     Truth hurts
     lets hurt it
     before it hurts us

     Let me die
     sitting uncomfortably
     eyesight askance
     saliva drooping
     well anything disgusting
     anything gory
     other than walking
     walking in the procession
     eyes saddled
     Let me die
     sitting uncomfortably