Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Lullaby little Zombie (Lullaby for Zombies 2 - to Brahms)

Lullaby, little Zombie
Don't cry out for brains
Never sigh, when they die
For all humans are the same
They will weep as they say
It was all for the money
They will sigh as they say
It was your fault anyway

Lullaby, little zombies
Don't you go and wake now
Or stop those who will take you
And bury you alive
Now there's something, little zombie
That you ought to know now
There's one thing, little Zombie,
If you wish to grow

You should run, little Zombie,
Run from the reaper
You should fear, little zombie,
Fear, fear itself.
Wont' you cry, little zombie,
And suffer forever
Touch the fire, little zombie
Let your skin burn and peel

Lullaby, little Zombie
Believe all the lies
Wrapped up tight in the night
And sung lullabies
Soft and warm in your bed
Don't cry out for brains
Never sigh, now you're dead
All humans are the same

A..J. Ponder - author page

This is remarkably tasteless lullaby can be sung to Brahms - it was written on the 1st of August last year, and the points it makes are just as relevant as ever - and even more tasteless.  An apparently simple zombie lullaby - kept on twisting itself a new purpose - highlighting the extent to which organisations are prepared to risk other people's well-being for their own gain, including their peace of mind. 


  1. Doesn't taste that bad to me. Sometimes medicine must be insipid, which is not to say your delightful poem is. My 'Yobiad' ... now, there's tasteless for ye!

  2. John, thanks for sending me the way of your delightfully disgusting poem, it really captures what I am only hinting at.