Not even the monkeys

These people don't talk,
they don't walk,
they don't laugh,
These people exist as a part of the decoration and not as an integral part of nature.
These people hurt me because they have no feelings, 
Even worst, they don't even care about feelings.
Their life is not theirs anymore. They live through symbolism of consumption. They perceive a reality totally different than mine.
These people are ready to crucify me, and you and anyone who expresses feelings and passion for truth.
They don't know, they don't want to learn.
They are already dead inside.
The smell of their body is a smell of death.
Nothing it's natural, nothing is innocent anymore.
They like to act, they like to mimic, they are like monkeys.
These people create hate because they don't allow someone to be real.
Their mannerisms are the mannerisms of a monkey.
These people are not people anymore, worst thing is that these people are not even monkeys.