Zombie

All we are is fodder to your cannons.
All we are is a blight upon your Earth.
You care not for these troubles of ours.
You lack comprehension of death and rebirth.

The afterlife is not one of clouds,
it is in fact like the current one
but with a much more intense hunger;
a hunger for flesh that you seem to shun.


Do you not also need nutrition?
Do you not also feed on flesh?
Throw me a bone here,
both you and I eat meat; I just like mine fresh.


So onwards we march, looking for food,
fighting for survival and freedom and brains.
Bring out your dead, they can join in our cause,
or if they're still juicy, we'll devour their remains.

An army of undead rallying for peace.
A piece of your mind, is all that we crave.
We don't ask for much, don't go out of your way,
but maybe if you fed us we'd try to behave.


Do you not also need nutrition?
Do you not also feed on flesh?
Throw me a bone here,
both you and I eat meat; I just like mine fresh.


You think of us as unclean and infected.
Like rabid dogs, you think we must be put down.
I say to you that we are not beyond reason.
Let's form an agreement, we can work something out.

A few from your prisons, a few lost at war
a few of your children, you've plenty to spare.
We'll follow your rules if you allow us to dine
on steak carved from you, just remember, I like mine rare.