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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
