Zombieland

Every day I see dead people,
Swiping their tags with a beep,
Hundreds and thousands of them,
Hordes, in buildings of glass, asleep
 
Their bodies move, their hands type,
Coffee drowns the blood in their veins,
I am surrounded by zombies, oh yes,
Lifeless multitudes with foreign reins,
 
Their own brains their only diet,
Little else their life contains,
No fear, no joy, no fight, no flight,
Creativity committing hara-kiri,
In broad corporate daylight.
 
Indistinguishable their faces at work,
Instead of missing an eye or a nose,
It’s aspirations that’s gone in chunks,
Now replaced by a look morose.
 
Each day, a piece falls off, until there’s none left,
Of their selves, once bold, ambitious and free.
Welcome to my tax free zombieland, honey,
SEZ they’ll call it for the world to see
 
As dawn breaks, more die to fill this land,
Until there’s none left to be alive and awake,
Cities of dead now proliferate freely,
While the journey from developing to developed we make
 
My people are great, we sell cheap,
We service the highest bidder,
Our dead brethren work for pennies,
And breed and toil and settle and litter.
 
The opportune moment to die, my friend,
Is at teenage’s sunset, when youth is born,
As seems to be the popular trend,
Of the very best years of your life, be shorn
 
Many live on, alive and healthy,
Some nursing and caressing their dormant dreams,
While the rest hold these zombies hostage,
And one by one they drown their screams.
 
Until all you see are endless hordes,
With motions identical, wishes too,
Their numbers growing, like wildfire,
Their disease spreading, like a viral floo.
 
Kill them, shoot them, hack them apart,
Till there are none left, with dreams damaged,
Then rebuild my nation, give me a hand
Only then will my zombieland be salvaged.
 
Once again we’ll be a land of poets, of artists,
Dancers, warriors, philosophers as well,
With bodies alive now striving hard,
With minds set only to bejewel.
 
Then the world will see, the world will turn,
When testaments of servitude are burned,
When we discover, when we invent,
Heralding a golden age’s advent.
 
 
 

 
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