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;