ZOMBIES

See 'hem canvassing the 'Boulevards of Man'

In tattered robes and nude soles!
I see 'hem with horrible eyes; sons of Satan
With empty chests and without souls
Descending upon the innocence of man like an infestation of locust
With vampiric teeth and appetite designed for blood lust.

Look at 'hem Zombies in new tuxedos going to church
With empty chests without memory nor storage cards.
Une emberdéé they gait lackadaisical and in a lurch
Like Titanic ready to face embarrassment; bastards!
Look at 'hem adulterated by ambition,
Swearing prayers of holy matrimony and minds set on sophistication.

I see 'hem when I look into your eyes.
I see your true reflection crystal clear on the mirror;
I see the truth in all your lies.
I see a scrawny face marred by veins and terror.
I hear you when your pulse rise in discomfort
And you try to brawl reality for illusion in distort...

Look at 'hem Zombies, death's existence
Far dangerous than the atomic bomb of Hiroshima.
Look at 'hem in the stench of decadence,
They are my friends, my trusted allies and lover.
Look at 'hem in citadels and offices, the corrupt fighting corruption
They are your political and religious leaders blinded by their own tradition.