Pronounced Dead - Jungle Rot

For success you strive, all for naught

Instinct to survive, withered by drought

Airborne disease, bubonic plague

Or trying to survive on minimum wage

Societal value, surely misled

Remembered no longer, I am pronounced dead

Patriotism, you firmly clasp

The future of our nations, held within our grasp

Shipped off to battle, a mutual foe

Sent home in a box, your life you forgo

Heinous corruption, ravage the land

Distorted allegiance has got out of hand

Dethrone the monarch, off with his head

Respected no longer, you are pronounced dead

Rancid stench of decay

Drifting in the air

Rotting body parts, scattered everywhere

Fetid fragments of flesh

Awaiting judgement day

No one left to care

Soul beyond repair, languish in despair

You acknowledge you death

Heinous corruption, ravage the land

Distorted allegiance has got out of hand

Last strands of vigor, hang on by a thread

Annihilation, we are pronounced dead