The Land of Brain-Dead Men
A room of strangers,
Nameless faces,
Furrowed brows,
And formal graces.
A house of fools,
Quickened glances,
Uneasy smiles,
And faulty chances.
A state of stupidity,
Sophisticated failures,
Lying lawmen,
Educational jailors.
A world of idiots,
Unfriendly men,
Biased monsters,
And strutting hens.
A galaxy of goons,
Creative nerds,
Broken minds,
And mockingbirds.
The land of brain-dead men.
This poem is about:
Our world