Zombies
Living in a world of zombies
With people passing by
Looking straight ahead no turning of heads
No contact of the eye
With a blank stare on their faces
Some give off the slightest of growls
No matter the day no matter the place
Not a one of them gives off a smile
Shuffling of feet on their way to greet
Another day of doom and gloom
In this state of zombiefied they'll never find
A sunny afternoon
As they move about downcast eyes with a frown
Can't they see they could be free
Instead of this state of hating each day
In this crazed world of zombies
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018
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