If one wants to see a bizarre spectacle
One only needs to see a commuter car full of people
The walking dead they seem to be, unhappy, disconnected, angry, equals?
Zombies they are, doomed to live
A life they do not want, not chosen, do not believe
If only they all realized the power they held
This nightmare would be over in a fortnight, the end of this living hell
The Rebel's Dark Laughter 