Dead Hearts Live Longer!

Dead Hearts Live Longer!
The drive to the door has become green. It has turned into an empty shell the time the few can no longer live or divorce freely from thoughts to challenge the past. I agree only about this reality when some have distorted order under their greedy unjustified power. In fact, they have been given a green light to feed the hatred inside them which is a natural consequence to their illiteracy.
Now, where is the remedy? No one is actually interested. The only perceptible notion can barely head to explore good future. Only the dead now become robots to be in offices. In fact, all of them come as guests then taught how to become masters. In here, it can be easy to find out why? To simple minds, this question is very silly to ask when even one can have no last spa. What is on earth can be said to a place where no distinction can exist between servants and masters, illiterate and their Other, or even between dead and real native. This curse is turned into a reality since those become uncountable.
At a cross-roads, a man may be asked for his Id while being stared at hardly! You can imagine the harsh sound and the situationality behind any kind of illiteracy. "You, your papers!!!" This expresses many connotations and to me none is verified. It is the law of the stick that counts. You will only listen to your final verdict as the judge is being injected in the brain. Only wild animals are given this prescription. A tranquilizer is given in different doses to calm down wilderness for gaining some few experiments to human benefits. Only ruins of humans that can be told about. Intruders are flocking in here since yesterday. What is imperceptible is the cry of the literate who is at stack seeking help while saying "please, no more, enough, and stop."
The idea is chained and thus put behind bars. The container can be broadened as those are still in charge to control their Other. The real dead are the only absent so as the scene can look natural. Students go to their schools in the morning while their fathers work. Cars and buses run and building with floors are tolerating offices and silly employers. The court of law opens daily. People walk up and down. Life is normal if rather painfully the reverse is true. Yes, the place is not like any but a cemetery full of dead people with bad reputation.
Is it true that Allah will forgive us all ![i]