Love in Time of Ebola

I send kisses to you, my love
Where doves dare not fly
And vultures dare not nests.
For cold corpses disemboweled
By death's cold, infectious hands
Discern not age or creed
As the mournful words on every lip say
Ebola.
















Lock your doors, bar the windows
From the night terrors your children keep
The horrors of nightmare brought to life
So cold daylight seems, so hot the sun
Skin crawling, wondering if our precautions worked
Fears etched deep within the blood
Of the very name 
Ebola

Don't touch your dead, 
They say, Don't bury your dead
Mass graves, names of those brave warriors missing
Who died in civil epidemic, empty shells
Without a headstone to mark their passing
No Eulogy or dirge, just hurried prayers
For spirits of the dead and safety for the living
In times of Ebola.





























Every failure shocks as casualties grow
The nation stands as one, absorbing the tremors 
Everyone becomes everyone's brother
Tribal lines fade against the invisible enemy
When ignorance bred stereotyped arrogance 
While brave persons risk their lives to save a few
Kings and queens turned against their own
And a people were called Ebola.






My love, keep this kiss close to your heart
My people are not the origin of this virus 
Which crept in unaware and unchecked
They will triumph, my brave people
Heroes will rise from hazmat suits
Better days will come soon
Be safe and bar the doors of your body, my love
Ebola will be gone soon and I will come home.





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