The Pandemic

Years from now when they speak of this disease people will say how they’re not sure where it began. They’ll talk of how contagious it was… and how it swept across the land. They’ll call it a Pandemic…this particular disease because it had no limitations… no restrictions it knew no boundaries They’ll say how it didn’t matter ones religion, sexual preference color country of origin or name This disease was unrelenting… single-minded it treated everyone the same They’ll say how we passed it on to to one another at a truly frightening rate They’ll remember how by the time people knew they had it… it often was too late. They’ll talk of searching for an answer… while many people died of how this disease isolated them from their families… and how their families cried. They’ll speak of this invisible enemy… say how it was impossible to eradicate… They’ll even give this disease a name… they will call it hate. Years from now when they speak of this disease… or write about it in their literature They’ll wonder why so many people died… when they already had the cure.