My dear zombies,
being beyond contempt,
I merely pity you.
I've tried to revive you
from your slumbering grief.
Surely universal truth
would give you relief.
How bothersome the factors on which we depend.
I shall not hide my contentment
nor bridle my intent.
I no longer give my consent
nor do I agree,
to this world that we've created
in the hunger of our greed.
Traveler Tim