a virus as we call it.
we can develop a symptom,
one very well known.
over one-oh-eight,
and life is in peril.
inside it raises our heat,
temperature boil our blood.
outside our skin is flushed,
warm to the touch.
there is an invader,
something foreign.
coming curious,
never worried.
turning every stone,
never thinking twice.
sticks and stones,
breaking ones heart and bones,
malicious and scarring,
always leaving their mark.
turning every stone,
never thinking twice.
the Earth is faint,
she has an infection.
the sight of it is sicking,
parasites grueling.
crying floods from pain,
face cracking dry of heat.
losing her cool,
she is starting to burn.
the fiery spells,
purging this virus infection.
