50 Words

How Dare You Call Yourself Human When You Have No Heart!

Fifty Word Challenge #31: Zombies

Blinkered blind Absent wide-angle lens Confined perspective Shuttered mind

In camouflage Khaki dismisses Rubber bullets Mortal kisses

Rifles, bombs and guns Riot gear and faces hid People targets on a grid Cannot hide or run

Heartless automatons With your riot shields Obeying orders Crossing borders

People shall not yield

Backstory

I approached this topic back to front.

I googled the definition of zombies, already having an idea in mind to avoid writing about monsters and such, because they don’t interest me. The same goes for horror movies and books — life presents enough actual horrors.

I guess for some, a creepy fictional story is an escape from reality.

But I prefer to confront life as it is and call it out when people suffer, starve or die at the hands of sub-humans — zombies.

Myanmar stands out as the most recent atrocity. Fighter jets bomb villages on the border with Thailand and snipers in the cities shoot to kill.

I’m re-reading Trinity by Leon Uris, a novel which tells the story of Irish history in the last half of the 19th century up to World War I. The British treatment and attitude toward the Irish since Cromwell’s days was abominable.

This protest song by The Cranberries, written in memory of the two young victims who died in the 1993 Warrington bombings in Northern Ireland, fits the theme — Zombie.

Thank you Jonica Bradley for giving me an outlet to rant with this week’s prompt.

And congratulations to TBI for reaching 4000 followers!

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