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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Zombie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(after C Louis Leipoldt) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His skin was pulled thin<br>and his face was pale like that of a skeleton<br>and it was in my direction that he was marching, <br>looking cold like gravestone he was coming on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes lacked all energy of life<br>and his body did not look as if build out of flesh<br>while his legs folded out like a clasping knife<br>but some energy this foul thing did possess</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but it had a kind of sense and sensing<br>which was full of evilness<br>although it was walking like a sleeping thing, <br>but it had some kind of aloofness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was passing under a streetlight<br>and I was wondering if it did from some grave crawl? <br>I was stunned at its strange sight<br>while it looked as if searching for a brawl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two old people at its feet did lie<br>where from fear they did pass out<br>as they were afraid to die<br>and a well build man in fear at it did shout</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but to the square it went on its way<br>and did not look at me while it was passing<br>while children who did in the street play<br>in fear at it was glancing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the square a crowd was gathering, <br>and those people wanted peace, <br>while veterans were speaking against war and killing<br>and as it did approach everything did cease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some women did pray and others did weep<br>but I wanted to know who this Zombie was? <br>Away from it every one tried to keep<br>while its eyes sparkled like glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One elderly man shook his head<br>and honoured the thing that was almost dead<br>and I shouted: “Who is this? ”<br>“It’s the president, ” he replied to my dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: “The Zombie” by C. Louis Leipoldt.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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His skin was pulled thin
and his face was pale like that of a skeleton
and it was in my direction that he was marching, 
looking cold like gravestone he was coming on.

His eyes lacked all energy of life
and his body did..."></div>
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