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Scared
by Ronald W. Hull

Sunday, October 31, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Sorry, but this is not about Halloween

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I'm scared as hell.
Can't take it anymore!
The zombies are rising,
to settle their score.

Their Bibles held tight,
ready to fight,
they now hold a rally,
almost every night.

With crosses held high,
they deny her worth.
A bloody vampís right,
to choose her own birth.

With a weird kind of zeal,
they want to repeal,
and blow out the candle,
of the less fortunate of Earth.

They'll go to war,
over a flag covered coffin,
but send only the young,
to maim and off them.

Like moneychangers of yore,
they want their fair share.
But the Temple of money,
will give them no more.

"We are dying," they cry.
"And can't pay for more."
Their flabby diabetic guts,
medicated to the core.

But fatcats are running,
their empty masquerade.
Science says they're not real,
but they still parade.

With bats in their belfry,
they theorize and dream.
A sense of reality,
that makes me scream.

You'll see them on Tuesday,
driving wooden stakes in the ground.
A party of vengeful parties,
driving democracy down.

Copyright 2010 © Ronald W. Hull

10/30/10

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Reviewed by Patrick Granfors 11/2/2010
You must have a direct line to my TV set. I am so SICK of the idiocy recognizing in full that today the fun really begins. Well stated! Patrick
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 11/2/2010
This is powerful! Metaphorically astute and chilling.
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 11/1/2010
Scary rant! Even scarier these zombies have always been among us...wearing clever disguises!

Anna
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 10/31/2010
Points well made in a unique manner, Ron. Well done! Love and peace to you,

Regis
Reviewed by jude forese 10/31/2010
well written halloween poem ...

the pic didn't scare me that much, i thought i was looking in the mirror ...



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