ZOMBIE YEARS

ZombieYears

i was there when the fire started burning
in the gap between the rhetoric and facts
near the shattered reactor where the political actor
raised the cane and snapped the camel’s back

in the shiite area of manus
according to a map published by saddam
the lucky country turned ugly then vanished
when climate change killed an iranian man

one by one the cards fell and the digital tsunami
washed the neo-liberal frat-house out to sea
while ufo reports were read with eyes averted
pope francis sermonized: guard against all greed

ZOMBIE YEARS
these were the
ZOMBIE YEARS

no one believed that the poor of this century
were being monitored at the wall street exchange
no one dreamed that the declining economy
was being blamed upon the sick and the lame

never trust the welfare state said charles darwin
jesus said the hungry won’t be left to die
and yet across the widening gulf of the classes
financial gains were viewed with envious eyes

12:29 eastern standard time
the system started tearing down the safety nets
i strummed my guitar and told my wife “…it’s over…”
she said only for those who can’t pay their debts

ZOMBIE YEARS
i miss
THE ZOMBIE YEARS

those heady-days when politicians and scientists
when engineers and corporate stooges filed by
busy dividing the lifters and the leaners
only those with property or of status could survive

white ants marched right to this party of new order
spanish flies cleaned up the saw-dust and ran away
…gays succumbed to surgeons or electric conversions
while blacks were shot…minutely every day

short of the mark leaners were marked to be “deported”
never knowing nor fully understanding why
while the lifters who feared for their own freedoms
like the dodo they forgot how to fly

ZOMBIE YEARS
these were the
ZOMBIE YEARS

thru the mischievous loop-hole of our democracy
the peace marcher’s marched to stop the war
but dour powers looked down from their ivory towers
and exercised their right to ignore

one billion spitting illiterates with good key board skills
meme posting and hash-tagging at full force
directed impotent anger at the devious banker
whose bad behaviour at least 1% endorsed

more or less they played us all the snowman warned us
mr assange showed us a different point of view
did we ignore the mud and guts that history taught us
or did no one here know exactly what to do?

ZOMBIE YEARS
i miss
THE ZOMBIE YEARS
like a hole in my head
like a snake in my bed
the day common sense just disappeared
the zombies ate the signs
the windows and the blinds
and they ate up a door
to a world that’s no more
gone like a plane that one day took off and disappeared
i miss the zombie years
i miss the zombie years

sweeping southwards to the mexican border
unhooded klansmen torching present into past
our spit splashed around the timeline like aftershave
but when the south wind blew no hipster dodged the draft

some faced prison or a boat or a boat then a prison
or a drone attack to help explain the law
that moderate whites welcome the absence of tension
and leave justice pounding outside at the door

the sheep dog did retort: you must lend her full support
let her set the time table for all your freedoms
this is no time for direct action, you must go warn all your factions
wait for a more convenient season

ZOMBIE YEARS
these were the
ZOMBIE YEARS

a blazing fire storm of protests and hate crimes
followed the saviour who the world declared insane
and yet this carnival barker in his rusty red parker
had his manifesto rubber stamped and praised

when there’s a need to change there’s often no intelligence
and the ted talk found there was a need for change
coasting in neutral the man baby and mercedes
made work…distraction and play all look the same

in a snow globe world this horrid future unfurled
til one november it was picked up and shaken
into some visible symptom that hit us all about the head
like a length of timber if I am not mistaken

ZOMBIE YEARS
i miss
THE ZOMBIE YEARS
like a terminal cancer
the political answer
made all our common sense just disappear
the zombies ate the signs
the windows and the blinds
and they ate up a door
to a world that’s no more
gone like the creatures we hunted til they disappeared
i miss the zombie years
i miss the zombie years

fake people, fake world, fake authority
fake erections, fake votes, fake human rights
fake clouds, fake water, fake food, fake money
fake arabs and fake israelites

fake british, fake markets, fake medicine,
fake education, fake tits, and fake consent
fake americans, fake australians, fake china
fake japan, fake gays, fake home-land self-defence

fake news, fake dead, fake generation Z
fake entertainment, fake peace, fake consumers
fake reviews, fake gen x, fake love, fake sex
fake government, fake police, fake baby boomers

fake millennials, fake laws, fake generation Y
fake igen, fake sport, fake community
fake morality, fake church, fake charity, fake work
fake centennials, fake applause, fake security

fake elections, fake truth, and fake democracy
fake war on terror and fake false flag events
fake pandemics, fake lies, and fake economy
fake prime ministers and fake dumb presidents

fake democrats, fake liberals, fake republicans
fake stars and stripes, and fake red, white and blue
fake christians, fake muhammad, fake allah,
fake jesus, fake atheists, and fake agnostics too

fake god
can you hear me fake god

sweetheart did you bring me any silver
sweetheart did you bring me any gold?
sweetheart did you bring me anything0
to keep me from the gallows pole?

no no no i brought you no silver
no no no i brought you no gold
sweetheart i’ve come to see you hanging
hanging from the gallows pole

i wiped a fake tear

i miss
THE ZOMBIE YEARS

i raised a fake beer
watching the ice caps melt and disappear

ZOMBIE YEARS
i miss
THE ZOMBIE YEARS

ZOMBIE YEARS
i miss
THE ZOMBIE YEARS

ZOMBIE YEARS
i miss
THE ZOMBIE YEARS

ZOMBIE YEARS
ZOMBIE YEARS
ZOMBIE YEARS
these were the
ZOMBIE YEARS

ZOMBIE YEARS

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#ZombieYears is written and arranged by Paul Buckberry
Copyright © Paul Buckberry 2017
All Rights Reserved
The #ZombieYearsSong and A6 booklet is available online thru the website
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