Omicron
He has arrived
to eat the ignorant
a few cells mutate
more intelligence
than the masses
who murder their neighbors
since when have truck drivers
become virologists?
To the bacteriologist screaming ‘caution’
And virologists sure that my life is up for auction,
A touch by a dirty beggar I should only fend off,
Not flee from;
His pestering fingers, tell ‘Enough’
Not slap like a drum…
Disengage as they are being fastened on my jacket,
Not attack with a racket…
For them shed tears as they accumulate dirt,
Not cartoon the ones that have discolored my shirt:
Any clothing of mine brushed against them
To keep bearing, unchanged, its name
And washed at an unpanicking moment:
The exact time I do and laundry wouldn’t be a torment
Glorious Sweden
When the virus struck the virologist
put their faith in herd immunity six thousand
people died mostly those over sixty which
is a high number for a small country.
Sweden has been able to stabilize the number
of affected people but the virus is still there
regrouping ready to strike again,
This time it will target the younger generation
will fall victim of this deadly disease now
when winter comes, and nightclubs are
an alluring place.
The virologists have failed to see this virus
is not your common flu, that also is here to stay,
but we have a vaccine for this.
Now that all the elderly are dead we can say
Sweden is a young country but, alas, not a better one.
What do I know, perhaps this was intentional.
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