Iron-clad sentinels patrol the thoroughfare,
Shielding medics engaged in germ-warfare.

Quiet playgrounds and deserted streets,
Bear testimony of Mankind's retreat.

Stalking the unwary and promising Death,
Masked in the shadows lurks the unseen Threat.

Amidst frantic probes to discover its Mark,
It crosses over into the Dark.

A mutation, a faceless feature,
A deadly parasitic Creature.

An egotistic species it can Decimate,
Should Its numbers in society Escalate.

Sinisterly hosted within the living who appear Immune,
The Vulnerable are Its intended commune.

With many Isolated and feeling Deserted,
Anger and Bitterness  will be nurtured.

As Reasoning deteriorates,
Extreme prejudice will escalate.

Into a world of floundering Humanity,
It will rain down Calamity.




Come closer, closer…..
Observe through my Twisted,
Uncompassionate eyes.
NOW, what you Realise,
Will leave you Paralysed.

I am Silently sealing the final page,
Of my glorious Rampage.

This is my crimson CONFESSION.

I am sterile of Empathy,
Dead to Sympathy.

A Master of Illusion,
I will sow Confusion.

As Humanity pleads,
I will Recede.

Granting a period of Grace,
I briefly Gift humanity its “Normal Pace”.

Mankind will naively declare,
“The battle is Won”.

But slithering in the Shadows,
I will rob you off your Precious,
One by One.

Realise this is no FALLACY,
Upon your Dead,
I will inscribe my Legacy.

Under filthy blankets we sleep,
Discarded people of the deep.

We have been cast away,
Labelled: “Rejects” off the Day.

Hence forged a society of our own,
Our derelict, comfort zone.

We feel no shame,
‘Cos most, don’t acknowledge our name.

Once fragile, untainted and pure,
We are now conditioned to endure.

The street hands out no concessions,
Only despairing depression.

Silent mocking voices whisper,
"Why try?"
"Simply lay down and die!"

Probe these cavernous eyes,
And heed a Philosopher in disguise.

Tour the derelict deep,
Watch discarded disciples fast asleep.

When all has been said and done,
“Will we still matter to anyone?”