Zombies Poem by Lanre Samuel

Our world is now cram by
hordes of mindless zombies,
Sluggish slugs
That left no trail,
On a smooth path
That led nowhere,
Setting no pace for
Generations to come.

Your ways are bitter
Than a slave,
Thou has put thy anger
On thy selves,
Unleashing thy terror
To one another,
You're called the
walking dead.

You're eating the flesh
Of your own kind,
With no benefit to
The society that created you,
No impact to the world you
Grow in.
You kept silence wishing
For a better life,
Yet you've no plans for
An exit.

Blood sucking demons
Pretend to have your
Interest at heart,
Your oppressors
Know what you like,
And gave you a little
To sustain you to
The next day,
While they enrich themselves.


Wake up from your
wretched slumber,
Your unborn generations
Are crying and never
Wish to be born to
A society full of evil.
Don't be enchanted by
Their words,
The land of the plenty
Has become the land
Of the few,
Misfortune you should
See far off.

You should not bow
To their oppression,
You should not bow
To their exploitation,
You should not be
Afraid of their injustice,
Don't be afraid of their
brutality,
You should break free from
Their threat of capture
Imprisonment and murder.