Written During the 2014 Ebola Outbreak
EBOLA
why should i care?
it comes out of nowhere
i am here, they are there,
suffering, kids, women, people, like me
but they are from a primitive society
where people know their neighbors,
and it takes a village to raise a kid, whats up with that?
but EBOLA is evil, it ruins villages, people die, horriblyly
forget that. ive decided to help stop it. OK, thats it, IM in.
where can i get one of those funny suits? they dont seem to help though
i can wear my circle of prayer, that should do it. no cathloics die in droves.
hummn, i can raise awareness here and raise money! Money always does the trick!
i can join Gods without bordors, or jobs without bordors, something without bordors
why does society have bordors anyway? arent we all gods little toys, his Precious!
i dont feel precious, i feel like EBOLa is going to spread and it will be world war E!
this could be it! the second coming of,, EBOLA! the shrikea, the all consuming virus.
It eats you alive, then those who love you and clean up your guts, get it. nice world.
what sort of devine monster invented this thing? Well, science stood up to this ogre.
we have the cure, just not the time to make it. africa may be a gonner. but not us, we are safe..
its time to activate my prayer capsule
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