If by some unknown power I could change
The way that mortal man his Maker met
The balance between life and death I'd skew
And bring about a plague of the undead.
A concept grisly, frightening, and more,
At once alarming and perhaps unkind,
Yet I remain convinced that such a plague
Would be in the best interests of mankind.
Consider the atrocities condoned
By greedy overvocal interest groups:
Meadow and glen irreparably destroyed
By corporations pompous and uncouth.
Consider the corruption and the zeal
Most people use in bringing lives to waste.
While true, the squeaky wheel gets the grease,
It's also the first wheel to be replaced.
Hypocrisy and gross redundancy-
How swiftly would the zombie's slavering maw
Remove these blights upon morality
And bring to pass a higher, nobler law.
For in the crucible of undead hordes
Clamouring on every side for blood
A man must understand what matters most:
No diamond of the soul is stained by mud.
Slander, lies, deceit, betrayal foul
These traits do make the Son of Morning gloat,
But even inklings to perform such deeds
Mean nothing when a zombie's at your throat.
How well a man would fare in such a life
If he but dared to keep his honour whole.
For he who dares wins all, or so they say,
Hence better men an undead world would mold.