Prepare to Defend Yourself

Rupert Murdoch's zombies stalk the land.
You're right to be afraid. They're mindless
In their lust for blood from women dressed
In business suits, and black men who are not
In jail, or shining shoes in hotel lobbies. Blood
From shameless deviants or those who can't
Or won't speak English also can sustain
The beasts. Egged on by Murdoch and his
Minions, all the zombies howl as one, in pain
Not so much from real wounds as from blows
To their pride. Load the pistols. Bar the door.
If we can't stop them, all is lost. We'll become
Zombies, too.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-09 at 23:22

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