Grave Digger

The neverending torrent of bodies
The people whose relatives passed
The piles and piles of bodybags
That only recently amassed

‘Tis my job as a grave digger
To hide them away in the ground
To keep them from the people
Since they spread the virus around

This young and just made graveyard
Is already getting quite full
I take my shovel for digging
And dig another hole
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Lamoureux Avatar
January 17, 2015 at 3:41 PM
Hi, let me know when you post a new one.
Farley Avatar
February 17, 2015 at 9:38 AM
New poem has been posted, it's very short.
Omalley Polatnick Avatar
January 14, 2015 at 9:51 AM
I immediately thought of the outbreak as well. Well done!
Farley Avatar
January 15, 2015 at 8:25 AM
I am glad that you got it!
Lamoureux Avatar
January 14, 2015 at 9:12 AM
I would think you are referring to the Ebola outbreak.
Farley Avatar
January 15, 2015 at 8:24 AM
Good job! You are correct!
Farley Avatar
January 14, 2015 at 7:59 AM
This was written for a school assignment. I will not tell you the subject, because I hope you will guess.
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