Zombie Guard of the United States

When the sirens fade and the lights go dark,
When the strong must rise, when the weak embark,
A call goes out through the silent air—
Stand with the Guard, be ready, beware.

Not a fantasy, nor a fleeting game,
Not a fiction wrapped in blood and flame.
But a lesson carved in history’s stone—
When the world goes cold, you stand alone.

The Guard was born from a simple creed:
Prepare today for tomorrow’s need.
Not just for monsters that stalk the night,
But storms and fires, the loss of light.

A neighbor’s hand, a watchful eye,
A shelter built beneath the sky.
Not just weapons, not just might,
But wisdom’s torch to pierce the night.

We train, we plan, we learn, we grow,
Through trial’s fire, through ice and snow.
Not to conquer, not for war,
But to stand when others can no more.

A farmer’s field, a blacksmith’s trade,
A healer’s touch, a barricade.
We guard the town, we guard the land,
We guard the future, hand in hand.

So when the tide begins to rise,
When fear takes hold in weary eyes,
Remember well—no fate is sealed,
With strength of heart and sword of shield.

For the Zombie Guard still stands today,
A light that will not fade away.
A call to all, both strong and true—
The Guard is here. Will you stand too?