Zombie Poem

Once upon a time, in a land far away.
Something strange and evil happened one day.
Half the world was given this power
and with all of this, brains would be devoured.
All of the others became quite jumpy,
how would you feel if your pal was a zombie.
Dumb, rotten and covered with gook,
we'd all be dead if they could kill with a look.
Regular animals, regular people,
no matter what we do our attempts are quite feeble.
Lawyers and janitors, it doesn't matter,
the horde will kill you anywhere in the social ladder.
You smash them with bats and shoot them with guns,
zombies rush in until you are done.
You hide in the factories or the house down the lane,
eventually confinement will drive you insane.
They have no weakness, they're five trillion strong,
in order to survive you have to move along.
We could give up, we could give in
maybe this disease is the price for our sins.
Those words however are those of a coward,
I will keep fighting until my last hour.
Some said that when the virus spread, extinction begins.
But some how, at least I hope, humanity can win.