Lost here in the desert
i am all alone searching
for just a drop of water
i stand with head held high
i see my fellows fly-by
They all flaunt their similar feathers
all of them with the same disease
they share the flu up in the beautiful sky
They spread the influenza like it's Christmas bonanza
Their feathers are styled loud & Extravangaza!
I dare to be different & that is my style
They are marvelled at my gut & they hate my 'Bile'
but they just would not admit.
Their flapping wings hit me with so much pressure,
their number increases daily without measure
They flood on me like the mighty oceans wave
but i stand 'against the flow'
and all their ocean current hit the cave
It is me against the world.
YES! I cannot beat them
But No! I will not join them
I will no longer suffocate in silence
I will crow So LOUD until someday i am found
I am the human,they are the Zombies
They march the desert
They are nothing but empty toy soilders
Nothing but little robot kits
I am the ORIGINAL copy
They are 'mass-produced' clones
I am true breed Copy
They are just but Noisy megaphones
I am the HUMAN...They are the Zombies