good die young

it hits like a cold,

gently,

until that cold consumes you,

leaves you bed-ridden for some days.

except, this is no cold.

it began statewide,

then nationwide,

now worldwide.

the diseased glow red,

bleed red,

die red.

such a wide outbreak leaves the healthy shivering blue;

ever so lonely under dark maroon skies,

knowing right from wrong, yet they are scrutinized.

the leaders all cower in fear

of the grand supreme.

his power unpresidented,

his voice like nails,

yet people adore him,

find solice and truth,

call him the second coming,

but what about the youth

growing up in his reign, seeing all that he shows,

its okay to kill mommy so the baby can grow.

love may be love, but if love's what he gets,

the love that we know,

well,

that's blown all to shit.

the diseased stay alive while the healthy grow weak,

its quite a pandemic-

it has no defeat.