When They Call Us Dead Before We Die and We Call Them Monsters

when they call us dead before we die
but our hearts are still beating
where do we go if not the grave / in minds
underground. foundation.
we build upon
something becoming nothing
someone becoming never
so it seems to be the case / they make
when they call us dead while we have breath / beckoning from coffins
they talked themselves into this demise with us.

still, we call them monsters like they deserve a way out
of the ground they try to put us in.
we give them titles they should not own
digging our graves as surely as they wanted
we die. dehumanizing.
didn’t we learn from their mistakes?
why do we plan our own funerals on our tongues
while we elevate them beyond
this / reality
is monsters don’t die / like humans.
cannot be held accountable for their sins
because their nature is not of us.
They are what they are
immovable
if we remove their humanity
and kill them as they stand in time today.