Blame Is Not a Cure
in a storm of Uncertainty
haunting signs of conspiracy
rise from the stands
whisper from the sands
papers mailed to hands
invasion of many lands
an invisible enemy
crosses land and sea
an invader from inner space
arms from a hidden face
attach to the human race
technology stares into outer space
to find an alien life-form trace
while fingers point to a hidden room
with white coats that weave their genetic loom
still life is lost way too soon
Copyright © Dc Bursey | Year Posted 2020
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