There’s an outbreak of a bad disease
Right in my neighborhood,
My zip code being one they’ve named
And that just isn’t good.
It’s spread when there’s bacteria
In cooling towers, where
They infiltrate and form a mist
That’s sent into the air.
If places are identified,
Which testing can decide,
A disinfecting protocol
Can peace of mind provide.
As numbers of the sick increase
(And treatment seems to work),
I glance at buildings, wondering
If that’s where germs may lurk.
Controlling the source of infection
By Disinfecting the place infected
Quarantining every infected person
Cutting off the pathway of transmission
By keeping meter distance from a person
Staying at one's home
Maintaining appropriate hygiene
--Washing hands using soap water, warm!
--Washing wore clothes by adding disinfectant
Protecting vulnerable persons
--Wearing gauze mask
If must move outside for some reasons
Liquid disdain runs cold, cleaning the surface.
Disinfecting the wounds that lay deep within.
Feels good to be on both sides of the fence.
Scandalous, back stabber, betrayal, charlatan.
These are the words spoken towards the darkness
These people stand at the edge of the abyss.
They stare into it, and stare hard they do.
All claiming to know exactly what is down there.
But in the end the creators carry that knowledge.
In the end, not even the abyss knows what it holds.
In the end the abyss never wishes it was made.
It wishes it never chose to become an abyss.
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