This poem was the result...
Remove a layer of slime
Remove a threat clinging to the surfaces
Spraying down every edge
Choking down memories as you do
Memories of feeling safe, walking outside
Were you ever unafraid, meeting anyone?
Any encounter could be a trap
A secret carrier waiting to infect you with their secrets
It’s hard not to attribute malice to the killer
Striking people down, taking lives right and left
Whom will it decide to take next?
Someone dear, someone precious?
Never the ones the world would be better without
A dangerous way of thinking
Brought on by desperation and fear
Sucking courage, poisoning connections
A force meant to divide an already divisive population
Weren’t we already unhappy?
Did we really need a greater helping of unhappiness?
Or maybe this is an unseen force’s way of cleaning
Scrubbing off the surface of the world
Throwing us all in the trash
A decision made after a meeting of concerned entities
Looking at the mess we’ve made of the planet
Perhaps we look like termites or an infestation to them
This is the spray meant to take us out
Or maybe there’s no greater intentions
Just the consequences of a careless race
There should be consequences for caring
For trying to make something better of ourselves
Maybe our smallest actions have consequences for the better
As well as repercussions for the worst
I can only close my eyes and roll the dice
Hoping me and mine will roll very well.
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