Zombies
Opulent garments on them well arrayed
Consciences, they have betrayed
And staggering precariously on wobbling feet,
Drunk bodies sat on many a seat
Grey monstrous looking vultures
Assembled to decide on their flesh eating ventures.
‘National dialogue’ they say
A fairytale till this very day
Many a sermon these sons of Lucifer have been bathed
But home, they went unscathed
Apathetic, as my kin in bushes feed the fleas
Unblinking, as the maggots on the carcasses did increase
In Lucifer’s gathering, such they shield
As more orphans lined the field
And more men, whose knell didn’t toll
To pay homage to their fall
These and more, the zombies never said
As more blood was drunk, then shared.
‘National dialogue’ they say.
A fairytale, my live I would gladly lay;
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