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They walk the streets

We see them everywhere

smiling while planning their wiles

If you need a Saviour

they are at your side

They are the dead that walks

Their aids are a vacuumous heart

and a sack full of tricks

They have no interests

other than to dispossess others

of their innate trust

They do not live to use their talents

for the betterment of all

What a pity living whilst dead

 

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2016