Paid to protest

 Protesting zombie hoards
Banners to prove they can think
Bursting through gates a fuss
kicking up dust and hate

it's legs and monotony
cattle to muster
badged and indoctrinated
Milked and liberated

Bounding into the long steep streets
reckless a junkie toward the fix
this raving band of lunatics
screaming the names of the habitual bandits
till we all live under utopian standards