ZOMBIEPHOBIA
Others, they call us The Undead
and everywhere we go, they flee;
if trapped, they shoot us in the head;
they simply cannot let us be.
For we can’t help the way we are:
with rotting skin and clothes not fresh.
It’s hardly our fault if we all
enjoy the taste of human flesh
and clump around on shaky legs
or claw at people that we meet,
so you should not discriminate
and keep your distance in the street.
We tore the postman limb from limb?
Hands up, we did that: a mistake.
But these things happen, life’s not fair.
We only kill when we’re awake.
So what, if we smell of the grave?
Most days we are polite and good.
We are not the repulsive bunch
portrayed on screen by Hollywood.
Okay, we ate your mum and dad,
and maybe others, quite a few,
but you must make allowances
for Zombie folk are people too.
Compassionate society
should make us welcome and be fair,
enjoy diversity, be cool.
Embrace a Zombie, show you care.
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